When I watch the numbers fall
In my own wallet
And taste poorer air I'd sworn I put behind me
With each regular paycheck push
When I realised that savings
Are more noun than verb
And I dangle fretfully
A spider on a single silky thread
I see that in the balance
The world I hold is my own fragile creation
Dangling in the fickle breeze of entropy
Until at last my slippered grip falters
I fall upon gravity's sword
Only to find it a ploughshare
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