I pay my bills, I pay my taxes.
I see the bank machines swallow
up my earnings, and hear the
goblins groan with their
Lemon juiced pigs keep taking
and taking and taking. The notes
scrunch together in a sewer that
reeks of pinpricked ears and oblivion.
I bite my tongue, holding back the
clear truth of what lies beneath
the dark, swallowing sewer.