My work for your time

My body, my temple

My life for a horse

My wife for my wifi

My knights for my throne

My flesh for my bones

And my soul for my stocks

My face for my mask

And my sole for my socks

My sand for my castles

My time for my clocks

My shit for my asshole

My tongue for my talks

My lungs for my smoke

And my hair for my grief

My nails for my polish

My self for esteem

My beer for my dollar

My sons for my war

My job for my collar

My room for my door

Your eyes for my body

My work for your time

Your light for my darkness

Your scoff at my rhyme

My need for your likeness

My hate for my life

My love for my freedom

My peace in my type

My mind for my money

My work for your child

Your child for my money

I‘ll treat it in kind