In the Throws of a Third Quater, I sit

In the throw of a quarter, I sit
The dog earns what he learns
And the cat shit dries where it lies
Fit to be lit if the gas price rise.

I am bound: just able to sit and watch the world swirl around. Feeling the ground, unaware it's down, or yet to be drown. The money seems to disappear like a dream waking you from fear. The honey finished, while the subsidized sugar coffer gets wind of a reign thats at blame. Hips, ships and tips still churn while fewer and fewer pockets burn, we all learn.

Banks be whit adventitious with out the supports and confidences of the governments peoples'. Could the people have been trusted equally as god, republic and state? From the very beginning, had been confided and treated fairly squarely, save slave traded and swapped quite summarily?

I'm sure others are sitting and wondering what will become of the moment. Will "Zer-O" really bam a system into assemblance of what we the people thought it was? Or will it be only an Oh? that may make the change of the day be that which we lay.

So I lie myself down each night and day,
in thoughts, dreams and research of a new way,
I look far out to the future at bay,
and keep covered the key touched pass several days.
since god, banks and governments have had their say.