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ANOTHER PAYMENT
It may have been
That we were left
Beside the road
Separated from our means of transport
Across these arid plains
Where the only drink
That quenches thirst
Is another deposit in the bank
As though work was life
And work is measured by money
And the one that collects and keeps the most
Must be the most fully alive
And yet a mask appears
And it is not Zorro
Or any figment of film or video
But rather the inner torment
Of seeking truth
And finding the fraudulent
Who occupy the halls
Of the bureaus and the executives
A rattle of junkies
Barging in on the session
Of the assembly of the State of California
Demand full syringes
For everyone
With any requested dose
Before discussion begins
And again, after session ends
And then again when the sun rises
And then again when it sets
And sooner or later, right dude?
The matter will be settled
With another payment by the tax paper
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