I can argue with the mimenI can argue with the mimenhe is reading me the riot actnevery linennevery lawyer in his primenevery lawyer in his primengets nostalgic for the bar'snnaivete to crimennascetics wring their handsnthis decadent misuseninside my china roomnyou are my coffee spoonnnmy indulgence is a jokenand while everybody laughsnI'm clipping couponsnand saving my breathnnI was celebrating Lentnwith a candle in a tentnwhen you came and snatched me upnout of retirementnnnow I'm buying finer clothesnin department store windowsnthrowing credit cards downnnever raise my voice