Ringing frantically behind a cold blank face

financial backing soaring straight out some place.

Stuttering jibberish lingo to the wrong contender

and not of sport, or of gamble, but the one lender

of the transaction estate.

Testament to capital and gender of this sacred shed

of intuition and war games and meals of stale bread.

Translucent memoirs of the winning reprise

of havoc gone tender and morality’s demise.

Bag full of candy with Washington’s name

Cold blood and sweat feel just the same.

Invidious conspiracies of taxes and pains

defying trust that settles through these chains

of unwanted claims

Bewildered in confusion, only twice allowed

Circumstance and Capital’s frown follows

Free at last, break free of these chains...

eliminating social security, passwords and names

One more time to indulge, last juice and egg

Sitting still, money hungry, need to beg

Suitcase falling forward, papers abound

onto the sky were pigeons surround.