To all who are among us
I bid you all farewell
as the lid press down the eye
another story tell.
Drift me to a meadow
at peace the ever last
where all the times of sorrow
rest only in the past.
Judge me by mistake,
for who does wear the crown?
Win or lose the game
the dice have rolled me down.
As the end is final
and all begins anew.
Whether inch or mile,
love travels back to you.
Adieu to those who loved me.
Why must this slip bereave?
This part of what was lent me,
is all I have to leave.
Don’t seize a bad debtor by the neck
Nor the man who did your chances wreck:
A seized neck gives not back a lost chance,
Your mistempered palms not for a glance...
Some seize necks when their wives get a peck
Not in secret, in an open deck
And they don’t care when owners’ feet dance
To the beat of enthused ambulance!
It’s a manual hanging of a culprit,
Witness to keep shaking in spirit,
Sin of murder not washed in any beck
To your claim “God always forgives.” Oh Heck!
Then, Bad Debtor you might grab on his shirt
Making sure, though, on your palms not a dirt
You don’t dream of nearing his wife’s skirt:
From her lips the latest insults shall squirt…
Yes, don’t seize your debtors by the neck
It won’t prove you have not your own speck.
Paul wants to his debts pay by installments
Red-eyed Mark holds not back raw sentiments.
“The cash you plan to release me piecemeal
I could lavish in some delicious meal,
Kitchens crossing their doors to food feel
And pubs parting their curtains to thirst heal:
Now, Red-Hot Mark not sure of starting deals
Nor big transactions providing fast wheels.
Next, a Paul begging lender use of his brain
And brotherly saving of deserved pain…
“You know installments can’t drive a bargain
Which no strength saps while it assures gain!”
“Yes, but I know Little does help The Big
And one less lucky with hair tries The Wig”
When creditor and debtor converse
Check it: one wants to a few things reverse.
one keeps on singing
pay you at the end of month˜
pays end of the world
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note:
end of the month: usually a pay day
I do not believe in the God who created inequality
I do not accept him who do not listen to the people who are in pain.
I don't know anyone who can't be seen
He who only wants service and does not give anything in return is nothing but a beggar.
But the one who has given a mind and a tongue to think these things
I am indebted to him each and every moment.
those in charge hope,
plan for a cashless society
that they may more easily mold
their consumers variety
nations of debtors
card holders
vying and crying
for possessions
taxes and prices sliding
proportional to income
with no way out
then things fixed
the cashshelless society
no cash savings
no piggy bank
just card-dollar stores
what ! (excuse my language)
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