it was the heart of the knight
his drink was low and pockets dry
walker on the bar as he couldn’t fly
the barley on tap had bloodshot his eye
and the gal on his lap slapped his book, g’buy…
hard knocks…
it was about the art that night
a slight pink glow in the candles light
Johnny at the table with a shot to his right
and a line of spent glass tips the sound…
he squared the butler when the bill came ‘round.
civilized…
men know when, it’s Time
and some merry for stones of cold cash
the ancients knew plants could hush
but they just weren’t sure about the kush
a carriage made in heaven…
inflation…
good intentions are mentions which weren’t
where a base of six were a leveraged hurt
bankers yanked key notes to exploit
as a book lay rest in the subway dirt
twisted…
She.seY
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