Over the Better

Typing down the smudges on the page,
so dirty but so clean.
Conspiracy it tells beneath the display,
accounted greed shines free; then to deceive.
Well Mr. Johns you save
each bloody contract's pave
over the better.
I'll keep working like a slave
to feed my family
to live better than I
over the better.
Mid-nights kept too close to the blade
I fill my days to create
the deceit in the page
until this drink leaves but a haze.
Counting high feather buildings that shade
I see them blow over without out a trace
then dislocate.
Each progress too great
tally up the deceits
buried in receipts.
Just a pay to make,
despite my christian morals
and confusion inside portals,
of emotion's mistake.
Then I bite my tongue and hold
to my name dispatched via the replaced
over the better Mr. Johns.
Sitting night replaced in liquor and cheap cigarettes
I placed all my bets on this position.
So, take no advice in authorities design
to capture and constrict your delight.
I'll keep working like a slave
to feed my family
to live better than I
over the better.
Mid-nights kept too close to the blade
I fill my days to create
the deceit in the page
until this drink leaves but a haze.
A lineage so strong
yet weaker than complaints
decide the better.
Deploy beside the night
when eyes cannot long
for a firery saint to listen.
To save economic standpoint
I'll bleed these hands bare
then sit back and stare.
Dislodged florescent sights
keep on tolling all our makes
in this clever fake.
Well that bashes the face
better than what's at stake
over the better Mr. Johns.
I'll keep working like a slave
to feed my family
to live better than I
over the better.
Mid-nights kept too close to the blade
I fill my days to create
the deceit in the page
until this drink leaves but a haze.
Over the better Mr. Johns.