The Tipping Point
"What's the point of tipping?"
Thought the old man, dressed in blue, royally checking the time, fifteen til.
Draped in rags, tophat on snug.
Maybe a jig will rig the strings of the hearts of passers and their byes
"if I pull these strings, heart strings"
then surely, surely please
would someone will
will to squeeze the need, The need my Lord surely knows
surely knows that I need.
The all I need,
the all I need to get bye,
get bye.
(continued on next painting)
