Benevolence Fund

For several ages Our relationship can be compared To a benevolence fund Always seeking a hand out Never offering a hand up The scales were never balanced On one scale counterbalanced in pure gold With dreams not at all foretold The other measured in aluminum foil With the value no equivalent Of a penny being sold A charity misfortune You have been Perpetually seeking help Because you only focused on yourself Which delivered me into The grasp of death I bet you regret That I was able to come back Uncondensed in full effect Only to have you Be a deadweight For that I’ve developed Emotions of loathing and hate And this is because of our first date I should have known That I would become An expert philanthropist In contributing to the poor You always requested more Materialistic donations And now I’ve made a head start To take off and run So I will not have to be the chairman Of your benevolent fund