Let's Not Incur Fatal Fees

Strive to drive out sleaze and sorrow from our race Prospect and elect to inject laughter and love beneath and beyond the surface Where we fly and cry to promote and devote principles in the ace Life hands us Enjoining us to kick out fuss From our thought, plan, action and bus Not only from our brain, heart but also from our cuticle Promoting principle beyond a mere trickle Although the spice of vice our fancy may tickle But the culture and nature of our future Matters more than the rapture The pulse of impulse and its reverse aim to capture In the intended handsome dividends Lying yonder bends, blends and amends where friends Strengthen our wobbling knees as we embrace trends That focus energy and synergy on the ultimate prize We reap in the wake of deleting and quitting sleaze To rise in the grace and glory God grants without meting out any fatal fees.