Bargain more proficiently why don’t you?
The King of Cups is at it again.
With an air of mockery, he cancels all debts,
both foreign and domestic. I must admit
the liberation is entrancing. Now
we’re dancing with ourselves
or in the dark just like the good book says
we shouldn’t. It all comes down to taste,
as with most things, and I’ve got
a tongue for spice.
Sure is nice to have some wiggle room at last.
The spirit’s like a Jell-O mold after all, ain’t it?