the shoeshine boys

i have no
worries about being
smalltime

shoe shine

i look at the glare in your eyes
as it reflects on the tip of your toe

i mop floors and
clean phone exchange

i sweep through stations
of pre bustle in
your official nightmare

i clean holes of shit & piss
and needles that used to
stick into the hopeless

i fit round like topiary cut to fit
fit to cut
nothing is left to chance

but here's the deal

you give me something

i'll take that dollar
you send me away

we may win together
the deal was struck

as things stand
this whole enterprise
is looking very dodgy

and the ever beckoning quicksand
waits for you rich to lose more
than we could ever care for

who will win then?

fucker

who wins?