Smoking the seconds like a wrecked ship
I somehow believe I am cursed.
Nothing new at this I fear as blue and green eyes cry.
I could spend up large upon a setting
and post to friends in high places betting
that someone cares enough to pay
for my lot I gave.
If I can quit my habits which can give nothing to me but time
that quickly disappears with death some day sooner
I will find a cavern of wealth at my feet.
Wandering I suggest it could be worthy of a stumble
or two or three to make it pay my blessed.
I think you really need to be exposed.