Handshake Deal
We’ve all been taken
The morning sunrise is a con
Every face you meet is a facade.
Even the buildings are a scam.
Roads and highways, follow at your peril—
A series of switchbacks up giant pyramid schemes
The sidewalks are bingo games run by gangsters
With pockets full of weighted dice
Every pedestrian is a potential mark
Even love is a sunk cost
You never get your money back
There’s only one way
To make it all worthwhile—
A secret backroom handshake deal
With someone you can trust.
As long as you both agree to believe it’s worth something,
Then it’s worth something
3/16/25
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