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

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