The almighty dollar's made selling collars
And other things
Catalogued a tale of lost direction
Misspent youth lacking introspection
Me first and you last — all of you
And still the dollars rolled in, for a time,
And rolled into offshore lockups with deep pockets.

Until there was little left but empty sockets
And unsold socks
Cataloguing a tale of lost empire
Misspent lives as careers expire
Me first and you last — all of you
Until the till said "no sale" for all time
And Timothy rolled over in his grave.

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