Let’s throw out together some random thoughts
Heavily weighted like blunted darts at a board
And, watch where they fall, where they rebound.
Where they sick in, where they land, if anywhere-at-all
Quick, duck… don’t just stand there dithering
As though an angel is about to call and crawl
Jettison over a 34000ft wall in order just-to-rescue you.
Don’t you know that hypercritic jailer is on vacation?
And, He doesn’t care at all to send a postcard back,
Back from heaven, he’s saving air miles as we speak.
Payer mats at his feet factor 50 cool His body heat
But he isn’t afraid to speak his mind, put you on the rack.
Do, some flim-flam man racket sell you a nickel for a grand
And if the shoe doesn’t fit, do something more underhand
Like send you to see your uncle Nick, who calls you a prig,
Who-calls-you a sanctimonious private school thingamajig?
Flim-Flam Man
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