WHEN I SAID MY WORLD, MY RULES I MEANT TO SAY YOUR WORLD, YOUR RULES

All or nothing posture
Clashing with cash gifts
A daily reckoning
With the fine print
Weekly updates like clockwork
Devil Dog aesthetic
And rightly so
$1,000 gets you
The rest of your life
Lacquered tears
Might yet come in handy
Generosity ruined in the womb
Fresh out of crematorium
Gift certificates
When I said
My world, my rules
I meant to say
Your world, your rules
Thinking this is easy
Lord you’re right
Saw you passing
Notes through turquoise bars
Cracked envious
Wishing my gate
Would swing similarly