Quickie Poem

Clap on, clap off
Life like Bernie Madoff
The twisties and turnies
Go tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
At my doorframe
“I want more fame”
Or
“I got more game”
Sellers selling snacks and shacks and syrups
People telling me where to attack
Where whacking the system
Will spare my system
And who kissed them?
The paraplegics
The wary medics
In short, the ones you see pacing the sidewalks
When hiding your face
Is saying mission abort
But the moral of the story is still more
More more more more more
Stores, floors, seashores
Tapping down your door