orthotropic networth

It was late at night\on the fifth of may
the rain hard and wet on the black causeway
the busses yet to roll and the birds on the dole
the city was empty as the bank vault entry
the getrichquick car sped down the lane
the swervish captain took serious aim
a pull of the trigger another and a thunder
clapped the mother on the back pouring ether
in her eyes the burn and no more lies
worth seeing anyway cause its the first of may
come what will and what will fray