Winters' Hard Times
Who likes rich people, not many,
the middle class are rich and ignore that fact,
even though the ladies whole bit is about being likable,
maybe I'm the last one who should say what normal is,
since you spend so much time judging my cover,
but I think you know who should be impeached for casting evil spells,
weather it's batmans' black market laws,
big foot economics or witchcraft lies,
there's no easy way to see through walls,
when cold deals populate the village,
if she could, women would wear white every time,
there's no loose laws in a public woman,
black market law needs no lawyers,
that's why there's a crackdown in every con,
she prefers to make strong fast cold deals behind closed doors,
jfk was a Nazis,
that's why he asked not, what his country could do for him,
the matter disappears,
only a ghost remains,
like when she copies the master key then splits up the take afterward,
she prefers a magicians cape around her waist,
when she spindrifts in the club,
some of her prisoners find a way to escape,
her mad grey alien slow blink of a moon wont even spin,
giants spindrift in black hole clubs,
thrusting big ones into her curvatures,
so much gravity disappears that lights blink from her black hole,
atoms can't be seen,
they spin while lights blink from her black hole,
stars blink to brag about their missing gravity,
other distant cold deals include cheeseburgers, pirate jimmies
and blinking spaceships,
but lets go back to the beginning where there was light,
the sun explodes in a big bang death then comes back to life,
heavy elements like gold cool first,
being so close to the suns giant cold deal,
further out near the gas giants is found more refined elements,
and in way out space is found an array of one celled creatures,
bacteria, fungi and manna sticking to a belt of leftover bits,
little bits that save the day when galaxies collide,
microscopic dust is also created, for what,
the dust disappears in the instant it is created,
only a river remains,
raining down on blue worlds,
filling in the dangerous places,
where time slows just enough for the devil to catch you,
in the valley of death, where eve was born,
she's a valley girl with cold deals,
she's such a winters' day.
Copyright © Greg Jenkins | Year Posted 2018
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