My Side

Call my side revenue that glory betrays
when word has ten uses
but goes for the blade

When babble is taken for gospel, and dross
is the lightening label
that torches the cause

Cool sayer a pale invocation to dine
with right as a needle
the armed would decline

Call out my side's neighbor for tangles of leaves
when dog has a fight
but just dangles the keys

Then back again round with the story of cash
in large unmarked bags
in the old nabob's trash

Who whistles past graveyards and keeps to the porn
with pictures of whiz kids
and mazes of corn

Just keep us hard lucked and shout out when to blow
and we'll kiss you and kiss you
and we won't make you go