Care to rent my garment? Its shortage and mortgage… Length to breadth is all bent By jet age and carnage… Lost values and bad names Breaks my floor when it pours None is tame on my lane These and more, are my falls.
All my hopes hit the slope Across page and all age Righteous Pope can not cope With my wage at this stage, The cold sweat and peanuts Hits the floor as it pours Down and out, kiss of death These and more are my flaws.
Unemployed? Dead is joy, And the rage breaks the stage Tempts and lures to destroy My prestige and image North to south, east to west Wants me torn on the floor Into parts, tribal path These and more tears me more…
No great shakes, till they pick From the cage they engaged Coming quick as a wink A new age, a new wage Cans of worms, keeps them warm Wealth they pour on the floor Reaching Sun with their sums These and more are my faults…
All prices hikes and spikes Into grave like hot wave What a prize for a rise With damage and bandage Can we right green and white? This I pour on the floor; Please fix it, my garment Deserve more, than my fall.
