Clean up the mess, darlings. Should be just a few more months. It's for the common good. No one will take the fall, it will disappear into soupy haze. The smell of the times.
We're loaded to the purse snaps, we got them good. Left them whining and complaining, unable to move on, holding on to old grudges. Sulking. Like 5 year olds grounded from their toys, pouting and simmering. Red faced.
For us is the cash, the dough-ray-me. That's what spins the world, that's what spends. Security and ease, peaceful minds and peaceful stomachs. As just as anything else is just, we justify. Better to take than to get took, we reason.
