Our Worth

Our Worth The curse on the half smart scammer, Born next time in-to a slum, Toothless the gift of the paltry damned, when Karma is verily summed, Sow nasty and you reap of the nasty, Plant good and the good it will come, An eye for and eye, if you ask me, The thief loses all, till there’s none, Why we return to ole prison earth, Doing our time, when we come, The greedy will now be as poor as a serf, The rich man a poor stumble chum, To sum up the reason, of why , People find hell, right from their birth, The soul is weighed in the balance, sigh, Devalued from rich to a twerp, Angels, just aint got a feather to fly:} Don Johnson