Please,

give me all the things you need,

better still, all the things you don’t

know you want

yet.

 

And don’t forget to bleed,

and pile on the guilt about

all the blood that should

get shed and spilled

everyday and everywhere

in the name of

greed.

 

Those snakes are out there;

they want to suffocate you

and separate you

from your credo.

 

All the weirdoes are queuing

and waiting for the shops to

open. Those words you

hate got spoken last night

 

in a small social-club down the

road, and somewhere, a star

exploded. That money you owe?

It’s gone, for good this time.

You should

have saved it for a rainy day.

 

So take that thing you hold onto

so dearly and shove it where

the suns don’t shine.

 

Everything will work out so

long as you remember the

most important lesson:

 

It’s not yours,

it’s mine.