you looked all around and you found there was nothing to lose
that some are in Prada and others not wearing a stitch?
So you spend death-gamble days,
while the bank robs the store
and that's how the weeble wobbles
and that's how the tower topples
you looked all around and you found there was nothing to lose
that you could break free
from the now barely-legal tradition of duplicity
You turn an eagle into a lark
while they lock up the poor
and you crawled up silent
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