exerting more than dost I
its inherent in thou kith and kine
to scavenge toil graze and nitpick as your bile sac
camps with your lily-livers in cyanide shame
millions comfort my heart
as my essence imbue all as your limitations lessens you
and your wailing tones addresses fancies
yet only delivers the oysters of discontent
and the fiobles ingrained

And your child mind kicks and screams
see yonder he has more than me
as indeed does those who seize the bull by horns
while ******* hails birthrights in alehouses
and in maddened hate and ubequitous rages
curse the Giver and those like moi
because you know when you sight downwards
you are nowt but a child with small things
Alas you are not blessed
so go pen dirges about sovereigns
and count the farthings you own