Pay Day (a poem)

Thursday, March 13, 2025

We just cleared 300 mil.

“Pay day, bitches!"

Dancing up top—gross profit.

Affordable for them? Apparently.

They survived it, didn’t they?

Maybe work a bit smarter, Bobby.

Go full shrewd. Take advantage of it all. Exploit at will.

Find a way to chase at every exchange. Squeeze a bit more—both manufacture and consumer.

The inflated. So much money.

The statuses and make believe,
at every level, a swallowed line—

A construct requiring complete surrender.

Scale the kingdom. Our thing. Take to the world.

We did it.

Success—at the expense of…

Oh yeah, soul.

Bottles and dice. Glass clinks.

Let’s pretend—we don’t feel no more.

Three cheers—

And may fortunes not be wished upon, but seized.