Cash Cow

Refreshing bills

To warm the slots in the till

Infernal wheel

That churns the ocean of milk

That long wire is frayed

Don't shout out proudly that the cash cow's lame

That proud call is wrong

Don't scoot by trumpeting the cash cow's gone

The quantize knob

That drains the beat of all soul

You hapless slob

Go back to sink in your hole

This thing's going down

Don't gift-horse gawk it at the cash cow now

Disdainful clown

Don't go 'round mocking on the cash cow now

And I will offer you a place

In my pavilion

And I must stick close to the grace

Of fifty billion

Smoke in the mouth

Stick in a candy apple

So luminous-

Skinned, but the face is awful

Some cloud unknown

This pinkness creeping as the sun comes low

That long haul, wow,

Don't go 'round mocking on the cash cow now