to be rich is to notice the fair from the unfair give no judge to wisdom from the first stare but not on the Earth thing the brutality royal flushes and stings
now I fear that someday that wheel is put to gear put the cursed paper on a thorny throne later
afraid my nose would sniff the skies afraid my hopes would tear my early rise afraid my greed would bury my shame afraid my humor would be trashed in lame
not for me a jeopardizing frisbee my tarnished house warmer than a fancy chimney promise my dreams in purple faithful to myself would never be a hurdle