Among the sticks and stones
They cast shadows
Tall, dark & handsome
~
Trench coat cloaks whispering
About who is the next up-and-coming
Bright stars in the universal picture
~
We traded marks for franks
Or was it pounds for rupees
Dollars making sense eventually
~
When those plague rats
Jump ship in the next port
Either sinking or swimming
~
It’s a gamble to stay afloat
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I tried wasting time
But all I did was learn something new
About shoes & ships & ceiling wax
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Looking down
On those free range cabbages
And caged-bird
Kings
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