The lion feeds on the junkies needs believing to be satisfied
 but want is a cruel troll
 to feed him is an empty hole
 with the needle he is only pacified
while out he stalks his prey
 He makes the needy his most Sumptuous tray
 for the rich know that the lions at the door
He prowls for Endless wants
Upon his path the lion haunts
The rich let him Feast upon the poor
But wisdom has prepared her table
As the master chose the stable
To extend a hand in place of wealthy greed
Now he provides the power
Where the Lions sought to devour
On his palm was carved  salvations Creed

Jesse
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Jesse 7d
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A man with a woman is like the way of a lizard upon a rock
For though his blood runs cold
He must attempt the bold
Exposed on granite block
A whip of the tail
He joins flights gale
For warmth of summers sun
And what of his fate
To be the fowls bait
Or cooked until well done
For I must warn
of a women's scorn
Hell cannot compeat
Go to the wise
Do not believe the lies
That Marrage is only sweet
If u are youth
Feed on truth
If at marriage dore thou truly knocks
Look to the lizard
On hot stone he's a wizard
Study his way upon the rocks