The Color

Of Money

Is The

Color Of Greed

Grab

What You Can

Take

What You Need

A Wishful

Thinker

Lives

In The Past

Climbed On

The World

That Went By

Too Fast

More Temper

Than

Imagination

Portrait Of

A Losing Side

Opinions Formed

Without

Taking Time

To Care



The Stone Thrower

Broke The Windows Of His Glass House

Thoughtless Search

For A

Scapegoat

A Human Coin

On Edge

For A Time

Having A Fallout

All Of His Own

Hungry For

Want Of Gentleness

A Carnival Story

With Absence

Of Scenes

Slightly Tilt

And Left

Of Center

He Can Rum

A Four Minute Mile

Just As Long As

He Was Chasing

A Fast Buck



Sour Man

Sit In The Rubble

Of Your Own Making

Feed Off Your Own

Disillusions



When Your Irrational

It's Always A Sorrow

A Thin Line Into

The Dust



Sour Man

Feed Off Your Own

Disillusions

Sit In The Rubble

Of Your Own Makings