Well the lush separation unfolds you
And the products of wealth
Push you along on the bow wave
Of their spiritless undying selves.
And you press on God's waiter your last dime
As he hands you the bill.
And you spin in the slipstream
Tideless, unreasoning
Paddle right out of the mess.
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