Water On the Brain
There’s a God, under my hat
hangs out, to pick my brains
Has one interest, on his mind
he judges my ill gotten gains
There’s a Devil in my pocket
he’s there siphoning off veins
Sometimes tops up my wallet
wanting my soul in exchange
The hat and pocket have holes
but on balance, cause no pain
My soul may be lost to money
luckily my brain, has free rain
By
David Kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2023
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