try for all its worth the dollar just keeps dropping
in and out of our fingers hearts are sliding too
slippery and damp my face is a waking chasm
with your back to the door the rocks spew forth and burn
leaving holes around the outline of the refrigerator

my pleasure

when you're always asked and always giving
you sell yourself out for little
the take is nothing more than forgetful
and the cold is barely kept out alone

wondering when the next chance to rise
will lay itself at your feet
is like walking in a straight line just because
you think you'll get somewhere soon

the latest fascinations and ideas of the ones you love
seem to leave you in a forgotten pocket
you're needing a wash and some attention
but you only sit and wait in the dark

so you write their letters of recommendation
you spend time and money for their fame
while hoping in vain they'll remember
to pay back your sacrifice someday