Then there is more.
When all is said and done
There is much more of less.
Your market basket of commerce
Swells to incapacity as the
Smokey signal fires fog the watery eyed
Observer. The stinging eyes and
Lungs are so very much more
Than the lesser of two evils as the
Observer balances blindly on the winds of
Change that are causing scales to grow slowly
Over the eyes of those who would see.
Now, look to your basket of cash
And tell me whether
There is more or less,
Or has the basket changed sizes
While you blinked the smoke
From your eyes.