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I do not know why darkness fills the skies

since noon, this Friday, but our anxious eyes

must keep focused only upon the prize---
when customers turn fickle satisfaction

into the greatest of rewards---spent money,

which gives this kind of living its attraction.

Yet, somehow---like a joke not all that funny---
what we have earned is never quite enough,

which makes the slower periods seem tough.

But when the calendar brings holidays,

we revert back to our excited ways,

even if skies shall never more be sunny.

Owners and sin-cronies alike, the lash

that stings our back and drives us hard---is cash.

Starward

[jlc]