dime after dime

it all falls in line now

turned on a dime, how?

doesn't matter anyway

overnight

overall

in hushed tones

my own home's hall

where there was once

a fire

lie sopped ashes

and rusted wire

cutting and scratching

no need for hatching

any new ideas

this one needs cleaned up first

we used to give credit

but these days cash is

all we accept

where there once burned bright

there's long been no light,

don't tell me twice-

i ain't that nice

been here before

chasing the boar

round and round

the same steaming pile of stench

each angle

i am able to find another title

another label

another distraction

another excuse

time and again

it all falls in line now

turned on a dime, how?

doesn't matter anyway

been standing in line all day

waiting to just

pick a number.