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