Spent

Closed mouths don't get fed, it's said 
but I opened mine and emptied 
all the sound in my head 
and still I never have near enough bread 

Still waiting on the cost/benefit analysis 
of grievances already aired 
'til I ran out of synonyms for unfair 

Someone tell me where they're 
sending my checks 

If it's this dimension they 
got my addy wrong 

Here love's limited 
Not where I'm goin'