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.