Piped Out

I’m giving Canada all my spare time —
     how delightfully strange!
She’s sending me her leftover cold —
     I’d say we’ve a fair exchange.

What’s been got up has to come down —
     slick as the price of oil —
down until buried underneath
     six feet of good rich soil.

Lawyers won’t ever be shy of work —
     who’s too proud not to be bought?
Money can ruin things better than
     common sense could not!

So what went around comes back hard —
     ill I’ve sown you cannot reap.
Like the good book says, she is unwanted
     who sells herself on the cheap.


by dean with cyn


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