There are things in the shop windows
There is dinner on the table
While half a thousand million joggers
make their way to work
We take one bite and keep returning
to the flavor that made us feel good
Money for the missionary
Blood for the banker
Business for the company
And oil for the tanker
So it goes around again
The regular pattern of existence
or one version of it at least
The part of zero is a bad fitting hat on a windy day.
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