Do the laughs die when

One such as I run

And allow myself

Time for own true needs

When convincing me

That you're on my team

May not lie to me

But not mentioning

So sit back and have

An hysterical

Laugh at tiny holes

Buy and trade men's souls

X-ray mind reads plenty

Worth no more than pennies

You they it or what

Have been fair I thought

May you never free

You from you or me

See the more I think

I'm afraid to blink

I don't move an inch

Slowly draining me

Hire a spy and bug me

Pimp your friends for money

Rich and growing sicker

Sell the dead ones quicker