Here we have a theory born
from the failures
and the scorn
labored under battle cry:
money sucks our numbers dry
gains and frosts and winter meat
frozen words
physics treat
by the book we will ignore
how the runners upped the score
for the first
it may have been
all those workless
farces Venn
diagram and cartoon fix
eating food
it's pallor's mix
all confusion in
the throes
oxygen for coinage nose
smelling use and owning ships
equity's diluted
snips
cutting I's to spite
the chase
for a bundle
hire face
wishing washing
power store
buy the lobby
couch and more
wandering the halls that spit
from the paintings
at the wit
file foxes
lawsuit grudge
constitutionally nudge
all that's fair will take it all
then monopoly will fall
till the winter freezes up
all that's left in empty cups
for the frigid way things are
world's as good as is your car
crumble cookie never stop
burning burning all the crops.
Roman Ryan 