3,072 : 6 ? The bells still hammering
in my skull money is yammering
and I find myself stammering
apologies to nobody
The plunge is harrowing
I can’t deny the options narrowing
this ain’t no tortoise shell or yarrow thing
oracles won’t make this less muddy
I clench my teeth wait till the bells still
How long can I still palm this hell’s pill
or cling to this slick infidel’s hill
before I just slide in the slop
Pretty sure it was me that rang it
Can’t recall why I would have dang it
If there’s to be blame well I’ll hang it
right round my own neck then just stop
what
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