The Investment

A blow-up bed that

Wouldn’t stay blowed up.

Bills stacked up to the sky.

Tracks in the snow not made by he

And no one saying what or why.

No guarantees.

No mentor.

Just do it till it works or

There’s the door.

As before.

Ain’t no score

To settle.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

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