Save Your Money - Dappled Cities

Save your money

Let the paper dollars

Line the inside of your

Stomach land

Oh, for the sake of your

Little Middle age

Save your money

Let it

Grow up and see the world

And see it with a smile

Kicking and screaming

Will see the end of the evening

But we’ll save it for the

Long drive home

See, our trade is imaginary

Counting n the chalk circling

The likely circulating

Tone

I don’t need a cigarette

I don’t need to look away

From the scene

My feelings are never here

But here I stay

And from the matter of a crossed wire

I deduce a deceptive grin

And in the manner of a crossfire

I throw the money in the bin

And I saw your face

But what I really saw was

Anonymity

But, oh, not a victim of the

Croquet crossfire

It’s all an effort to recognize

The malform of the enemy

Save your money, let your apples fall freely

As the quantity will save your soul

From tumbling your anti-depressant

Matter down a tube to sprinkle on a celebrative soil