We negotiate the cost of things

We negotiate the cost of things

When best guesses fail

We order more wine

Just the two of us

or the four of us

The whole damn room maybe

Picking apart large carcasses for our size

Remnants always left behind to examine

Three million?

One hundred million?

Per year?

Per town?

As a bonus?

The full of belly always 

Salivating by candlelight  

Faces reminiscent of gargoyles

Those vanguard principles

Growing moss and holding firm


We place value

And clothing on our dolls

Those bored with the topic 

Also get hungry 

Their wishes less frightening

Until piled up high 

One atop the other

Then it looks about the same

Just more trashy

Less sublime



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