Play in your memory
and sell your excuses to the pauper press who stiffen for the clink of silver pieces in your pockets
Make no mistake
The pavement is no softer a landing in the sheltering heat than in the enveloping cold

The crime is done
The cash is gone
The word is out
a dance in the courts of your peers and you shall be set free, yet again
To steal in the night

One more for the history books:
Slimy as a Philadelphia Lawyer
and sitting pretty from it
All the while, your cheeks are kissed
One more Yes Man in your circle
ready to take your fall