A Loan

Leave me a loan, so I can go on spending time endlessly paying for consequences.

Hand me the shrapnel from your pockets, then like a bullet, I’ll whistle passed you, and shoot to the moon while you eye up my shiny purse.

Sing me your song, and I’ll turn your notes into a heavenly hit, with a score that’s off the record.

Leave me alone, or you’re gonna pay.

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