wordplay #2
nah baby
get lost
ain’t got nothing
i want
call me hollow
so what
married to money
deadeyes
deadheart
deathstream
don’t support
usury
got a problem
for copies
of a copy
of a dead monarch
married to money
if i did a documentary
on you
you’d be a fly
fighting to move
stuck with other flies
on a strip of glue
screaming about the ‘truth’
while your legs pop loose
1 for the dollars
2 for my pups
everything else
middle finger up
take a running jump
married to money
interactions turned fractions
traded human places
for polymer faces
for polymer cuts
stack it up
stack it up
stuff the mattress
pack the attic
covered in cash
lost every bond i never had
securing the bag
too much to carry
amor fati
bundles of fetti
run through racks
like tracks
out your feelings
out your head
out the red
for the bread
for the bands
until death
married to money