PETTY CASH
The glory of the heavens whispers
To the pockets that blister
My hands every time I try
To pick my hopes out of them
The republic sends wraiths
That fill my dreams with pain
Telling stories of my nightmares
To the miseducation of a capitalist
Curriculum
Epitaphs written in delirium
Project themselves into the hearts of the living
Petty cash
Adulthood is out of the neighbourhood
Petty cash
Heirloom is out with the auctioneers
Petty cash is pretty cash
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