We held on to our job despite its hardship. Hoping that our enslavement will indeed become its emancipation, we also held on to past relationships. Willingly, they were all based on a future fellowship. The one rooted in, not only positive thinking, but “mental” Sailing Ships…
For that matter, none was sinking: please read my lips! Some call it money, others call them chips.
Times are hard; in the name of a “bail-out,” I got enrolled in a program: hardship.
I am the People’s Choice, they needed a Voice: read my lips!
In the name of flying papers, I got [myself some paper] clips. Some matters never change unless you do hold on to your hips.
What else can I flip? The days without nights will get better: read my lips.
© Christian D. Koumtog (2009)