dancing with dollars

3/1/2004 3:41 AM

i've cornered the market tonight
i've burned the hedges to make room
for the stocks and bonds that circle my head
like sugarplums in the moonlight

queens and kings bend diadem
to this throne i've pictured before
it's formed of dead spirit and darkened white
of ideals cast to the winds of fortune

but before i descend to dig my dirt
my liquid wealth, my hardened silvers
i lift up to breathe the sunshine
in a moment mourn for every next

a last gasp, then i'll take these dollars
and expand them until my grave