he was a skinny ass lawyer
with a fat wallet
married to his high-school sweetheart
she hung herself in her push-up bra
they were huge, alright
her self esteem not
still working on his first billion
waking up one morning
to an awesome day
feeling
the eagle hasn`t landed yet
still with a boner
from last nights blue pills
in excess, as the norm
and not the exception
a ceramic soul
in a digital suicide
sick as a dog
pushing merchandise
digging into an Amercian pulp
gone to far
working all day
working all night
what else is left to share
apeart from the dreams
while asleep
and do it all over again
tomorrow
warped at sunrise
dead at dawn
