Eulogy and Light

Our father
 Which art on Wall Street
 Honored be thy buck
 Thy kingdom came
 This be thy year
 From sea to shining sea
 Thou givest me false pride
 Funked down by the riverside
 From every head and ass
 may dollars flow
 Give us this pay
 Our daily bread
 Forgive us our goofs
 As we rob from each other
 He maketh me to sell dope to small children
 For thou art evil
 And we adore thee
 Thy destruction and thy power
 They comfort me
 My Cadillac and my pinky ring
 They restoreth me in thee
 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of poverty
 I must feel their envy
 For I am loaded, high and all those other goodies
 That go along with the good god big buck
 To young whores
 in muck grows there
 Ahead in time
 the unexpected soul-searching beam of the strobe
 But now, the stairway looms
 And as I rise
 The cries of kittens, gray, make way
 For there, now near
 Here now, gone, alone
 I feel my wrist, it flicks the switch
 No lights reveal the room or me
 She sees, then panics, grabs a light
 I scream, silent comforts that are not heard
 I panic, for I have not said a word
 Hysteria hold the room in sway
 I run, I back away, to hide
 From what?
 From fear?
 The truth, the light?
 Is truth the light?