I held up all my fingers
At gunpoint
to my head
They were counting reasons
why I'm still at work
They are brave and less biased than I
Odwalla Marcellus Wallace tosses lentils in my face
Capital precipitates but
I can't make it rain
Unless the dance is done
Before the setting sun
Sets the table
And makes my bed
Breaks my head
Like a piggy spank bank
And I wake up to
Trail mix of numbers and signs
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