The Empty Tomb
Quarters at the crosswalk (quarters, if they’re lucky) rounding up at the cash register (what a scam), dimes marching on Halloween, green dollars for brown candy bars guaranteed to keep kids off drugs, a penny for your shitty thoughts on bootstraps, and the efficacy of such. I gave at the office, you get what you vote for, if you don’t like it move.
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, else there’ll be nothing to bury you with. If you go giving a fuck when it ain’t your turn to give a fuck,
you risk leaving an empty tomb.