Whoredom

Bureaucracy doesn't move on purpose, that is why you have to move it.

Church mouse energy covers my surface, until a lion come out to disprove it.

Tamper with Egyptian mummy curses, disintegration comes next and you knew it.

Imagine a prize fighter absent the purses, I trusted con men with my dream and blew it.

I know where the king cobra lurches because I grabbed it behind the hood and threw it.

Now it deceives from another patch of land, you have to ensure decapitation.

My humor is dry enough to match the sand, when rainfall is wild, expect demure evaporation.

Billionaires will disown their family just to snatch a grand, moxie is not enough to secure emancipation.

The ledge is slippery with no one to suddenly catch your hand, no rise cycle can clean the cap and gown of an impure graduation.

Never lay down a hard line, agitators will come within an inch of that boarder and not cross it.

Only drunks guard wine, protection leads to values just like water is lead to you by a faucet.

Never be swayed by an ambiguous course of action or undue flattery.

The daring and fools are contiguous to the point of faction, or low battery.

Wolf packs move in open because they possess unrivaled speed and endurance.

The ambush types are less obvious as they demand a constant need for insurance.

Commerce will always be a place of subtlety and rank predation.

The way of fraud will quickly tank years of mindful dedication.

The dollar sign has two lines through it like a snake on a railroad track.

One bite from a serpent is all it will take, either that or have a locomotive break your back.

Money games will never end so the unchecked treachery swells.

Important names elude the pages of what the best directory tells.