Health Is Wealth
On account of his scary health
And a worsening breath
That sang perverse threat
He wasn’t amassing wealth,
His waist assigned to the loosest belt
Of those I had physically felt…
“Quite easy for Horrible Health
To keep downsizing Eager Wealth”
A Level Sixteen with annoying furniture
And a doubtful financial future…
So, I had to him leave by stealth:
My best bet but immoral sheath;
While with him in a dismal heath
Remembered a journey false like myth…
Soon away from him and relaxed
By Mortal Fear no more The Taxed
I began again to truly breathe
And God leave to with Divine Anger seethe.
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