"I Lie to My Friends for Our Comfort."
"My friends, year by year they grow richer,
these who started out so well.
Now clusters of things like platelets in their veins
determine their lives.
They marry, hate each other, hate hating
and the dying hatred is.
They come to me who I'm also richer,
easier with things and dying of hatred,
and bored with the dying.
And they say to me isn't it nice that we still
have the same tastes?"