Hang the Expense

He brings a painting of a flower
To hook upon the wall
In the café, buys a coffee
It will probably never sell
But he loves it
It reminds him of someone

God will be calling him soon
To do the bidding of men
Ten thousand eyes
For a single tooth
For the King says
For the Rich say
Hang the expense

He makes a pastry for the painter
He says it's on the house
Just how his mother made them
And the pumpkins are in season
Smell the spices in the oven
That is love

God will be calling him soon
To do the bidding of men
Ten thousand eyes
For a single tooth
For the King says
For the Rich say
Hang the expense

He reads the paper
To his father
At the table by the door
Two pits behind his glasses
And he doesn't really talk
Describes the colours
Counts the petals
In the flower on its hook
Skipping over pages

God will be calling him soon
To do the bidding of men
Ten thousand eyes
For a single tooth
For the King says
For the Rich say
Hang the expense

~ Brendan Bonsack








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