
But don’t you ever die on that hill, don’t ever ideate,
Don’t tell them you sold me down the river for something greater
Than your own shame.
I hope you don’t get a day off when it comes to internal scrutiny.
Oh, but I’m not cursing you, quite the opposite,
I’m only asking for equity.
Hope the heavens hear me this time, despite how I’ve sinned,
Hope they forgive me for all the gods
I’ve boiled and tinned.
And don’t you ever feel sorry when the cash isn’t cutting it, no.
Remember – you thought one day it’ll be easy
For me to let you go.
So take the advice and drown yourself in your crooked politics.
I choose to remember, you choose to play the fool
Dragging the weightless crucifix.
Carry on, may the light of all your good deeds guide your blissful way.
We both know far too well it’s a dark road
No matter how much you can pay.
-JW