What am I
To Richard Musto
Or he to me
Both questions are
Unfathomable
And there's nothing
More laughable
Than my answer
It sometimes seems
It’s not just money
That brings us together
Though a little more
Of the green stuff
Deposited directly into
His account from time to time
Would go a long way towards
Buying me peace of mind
Meanwhile he is looking
To engage me professionally
In order to pursue legal remedies
Against half the known world
His sister’s son and a desk sergeant
In the South Bronx both of whom have
Done him grievous wrongs
A whole lifetime of
Disparagements still
Awaiting redress
And in all caps and bold face scrawl
Again and again
He reminds me to
SEND MORE CASH
BY WIRE DIRECTLY
It’s pretty clear what
He expects of me
But what do you suppose
I am destined to learn
From him in good turn
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