ed
those hedge funds won’t take you anywhere
pull out your hedge trimmers, ed…
dinners about to be served on your face
clean your plate, bed’s
the palate
inside of a palace,
a two story outside of Dallas.
we salivate over the steak…
when we’re out of place,
search for the home you have lived all your life.
skip the dinner, make love to your wife.
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