In times of poverty, hunger, or distress
My virtue recedes
And noble purposes must be set aside
For practical needs

With cunning and a bit of stealth
We'll multiply our meager wealth
I promise not to break the law
Or risk our health

Will we cling to broken social codes
In a world where anything goes?
Take what's ours or dress in friar's robes?
Bleed like saints or smile like rogues?

I tend to hold myself unaccountable
For thoughts in my head
And if a bright idea suddenly appears
I'll follow that thread

Focus on this and nothing else
Do what necessity compels
And when this life comes to an end
Forgive yourself