Being short of cash ties us up.
Don't know where our next meal is coming from.
But you don't need to tremble like that.
We'll let you sit at the head of the table.
You don't need to run away - walk if you want.
We're a bit messed-up anyway.
Your being here is especially apt.
But, you can't understand it.
Because of our misfortune,
We won't even escape by sheer luck.
So for this meal,
You pay!

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