Lacking What

Lackeys unite: work for pay
ambition fright: dearth of play
why did we do what we always did
ongoing redoing failing bid

gamblers us all and another drink
ramble recall, a walk to the sink
losing your guts as the weight of a world
cruising for cuts on a plate, fingers curled

fists are the first to arrive on the scene
paragraph medics hobbling in we lean
collective and not quite enough in the way
of making and gaining for capital sway

if money is home and the rest is on order
coming to see eyes directly disorder
frightfully honest we sat there at night
blight on a land won't give up to light.