Hotseat

Though I can adapt,
You left me for scrap.
Steal away on a bus
Or sit here and rust.

Maxo, my boy,
You're more than a toy,
Beyond any means
In a world of machines.

Our dreams, holding fast,
Still coming in last.
So long as they rate,
Let's follow our fate.

Since no one else cares,
We'll ride these affairs.
Another go round
Suit up and fall down.

Here's a news flash,
The king is still cash.
Whatever it pays
Keeps tinting these greys.

If the future's in chips,
I'll give you some tips.
Cash out when you can
Or flash in the pan.

This hot iron skillet
Won't melt when you grill it.
While frying the bacon,
This seat is still taken.


8/30/26
ZONE S5E2