MONEY
My pockets cry loud for your daily presence,
To buy me fanciful cars and build me big mansions are your essence,
My shoulder aches when rubbed against those of others in your absence,
I beg to have you so as to clear evil thoughts out of my conscience.
I labour day and night so that you won't come to my home as a temporary guest,
I desire you a comfortable sit in my home so as not to put your stay to guess,
I am ready to rebuke anythìng that may provoke you to vex,
Because with your presence in my life I will even get good value for my mess.
The coolness of your friendship my heart fervently desires,
Because of you the muscles of my hand makes my face perspire,
Many times your powerful shield had been my own messiah,
Your support makes ineffective all what my enemies gather together to conspire.
Even when I know only you can't bring me all my needed peace of mind,
But you are still important in showing me the way to where joy is easier to find,
Since success and blessings and greatness are also of your kind,
That's why I beg you to come bring the glue for you all to together smugly bind.
Copyright © Maclawrence Famuyiwa | Year Posted 2024
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