A Lot of Less

You go up,
and I'll go down,
I'll meet you when we swing around.

Tomorrow at the dawn of night,
we'll me under the black of light,
and when we meet I'll trade with you,
another of my footless shoes.

You eat less,
and I'll eat more,
after that I'll let you see,
the skinniest part of you and me.

You take sloth,
and I'll take lust,
so no one's God will follow us.

When we wake,
into our beds,
then our master might have our heads.