
Healing
We’re building a corporation from scratch – some luck and eighty-seven guns.
I’m calling you my co-conspirator when they find out so you don’t even run.
Zero factories around the globe, no employees good enough to hire –
Yet I’m convinced you’re the one ruining this, you started the tax haven fire.
The upholstery business is a nice shell for your mother’s inaudible cries.
It must’ve been Linklater who taught you how to be fine when the time flies.
My feet are sore from carrying the boxes of liquid guilt into the basement –
But I don’t mind, the art you keep and treasure was begging for defacement.
Now the flames are eating up the framework of the company without any shame.
Perhaps the next business we build will take less gasoline to stay in the game.
-JW
