This ghost reaping waters fortitude and fame
Grim fire lackluster saddled with shame
Freeze dry the sin, we're all coming in
hogtied and looking for food.
Limp lamely and read Shakespeare aloud
pirouette in saddle shoes and laugh
get shut down like a phone booth
where I don't take no dimes.
I'd cry if I wasn't so hurt, I'd laugh if I wasn't so proud
You killed the mood like a poison arrow
a piano megabus heaving air
the receptacles for following clouds
are all amiss
it's just cigarette smoke
from the banker and the shrew
making deals behind closed doors
while we sleep.