Untitled Number Two.

You all fall the wrong way

Floating up

While I flit downward

 

Can’t you see the glint of gold?
I will fold while you stay backward

 

Holding really

Nothing, does it?

 

Floating up

While I flit downward

 

Sinking nearer

Sinks fill clearer

 

You will see,

Gents, you will see.

 

Nothing nearer
Now to me.

 

I fall faster

Head first, head first

You fall over

Nothing more.

 

I sink lower

Scammers ask her

“What are you
Still living for?”

 

Keep them rolling
Keep them coming
Keep the money piled high.

 

Nothing matters,

Just go faster.

That is all.

We live to die.