Life is too complex to trust each other. Only nice things last.
We must raise large amounts of money, very very, fast.
Everything that’s virtuous is leaning towards the past.
“All the pretty little horses…”
If you have money, we can help you. We need to raise large amounts of money, and fast.
Just give me the money. I know what you’re thinking, but now
Is not the time for weeping or poetry, not now.
Just give me the money, before I fade
Into the idea that everything is going to fade.
You’ll understand what I’m talking about when this poem’s done,
When you’ve read it. When you’ve given a copy to everyone.