My Name Is Wisdom

A word to the wise is sufficient. Leave those earthly treasures, Gone to the dogs, and in the Pocket of the treacherous. In a tug-of-war, In a vault of deception, Is a cake baked for the simpletons. Those ones who always makes me laugh. Two can never play this game. The wicked merchant, the antagonist has every edge; a noose knot, Tightened at the gallows Is where the ultimate price will be. Does it have any other hope but death? Come away, fly with me. My name is wisdom. I am for the ages. I have seen such calamity And have warned the simpletons. They rejected me but the wise rejoiced.