It is not an
admission that,
I would ever
have knowingly made,
Unless the
information could be used,
As part of a
trade.
I never give
away any part of myself,
To anyone
else,
Without some
sort of return,
Immediate or,
long-term,
Because I am
An economic
man
Every single
situation involves.
Expenditure and
exchange.
We don’t
always know it.
But we are
always constrained.
Yet I never stop
seeking the loophole,
Looking for the
edge
Which will
give me my
Pie in the
sky
So, one day
at last
I can sit on
a cloud and munch,
That
heavenly thing,
A truely free
lunch.
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