To the all knowing Miser
I am far wiser for I have found a way to keep smiling
And though my clothes are ragged
Your edge is jagged
My will is of benevolence and teachings priceless
I wouldn't pay a penny for your thought
At the roots of all evil I'd call you Kenevil
but you wouldn't dare to spare heart
and while you loose all meaning as you dole your ill dealings
I'll observe with great seething
and pray that one day you'll fall from my ceiling
To haunt me no more