money in your mouth

You swallow this whole
This disbelief
You could turn
Your greatest misfortune
Into something at which
A king would weep

You lie across your sheets
With money in your mouth
Sweet perfume is in the air
And the moon outside is full

Because they have no idea who you are
You’re not hesitant to go again
Help them open their eyes
Show them that the world is cruel

You present
another devilish scheme
A foolish dream
You’ll never be satisfied
With anything or anyone
Nothing is ever too great
You could always have more
I suppose . . .

If you ever returned
You’d only come back
To a room staring at your face.

I don’t care
Wherever you go
Forget about me
I’ll get a start on my own two feet.