He is a madman
so sure he is sane
He sprints every day
everywhere
Sit here with me I say
Sorry my dear he answers
No time today for friends
Every time he says
the same
One more car
he needs to buy
and the house
for his third child
One day
when the basket of wealth
is big enough
he will slow to relax
I say
dear friend
see you later
in The Cemetery café
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