The words “everything has a price”
Are so often so morose,
Spoken by those who assume
That declines must come with regrets,
But not I,
Who have only minded the price
When I payed time for money,
So I walk around with my head in a fog,
chuckling.
My knees grind with a smile.
Mockery falls on half-deaf ears.
The piper can have whatever he wants,
Except the rights to the stories.
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