Richpoorman

When greed exceeds the need to feed Food for thought is sought and bought For think and thank is meant to bank To spend to mend a blend of friend Is sure to cure that obscure blur Cause sight is might and always right Seeing is believing and relieving, not deceiving Not sinking or blinking or dinking or finking Just busting and lusting all of this trusting Eyes show no lies, pies is pi, flies is fly and tries is try Art is dart that’s aimed at heart that gives it start The glove of love, the symbol of dove, the ONE. above It gives us choice of voice, poised noise, ears hear here A feeling with ceiling that’s healing and dealing Strong and long on pace and grace and race disgrace a no base case A thing to touch, the ring of much or bling of clutch with such deep reap No jest of test or reeling from feeling just best for the rest of the nest So thought has caught the lot I sought and ought to not to spot the got When greed exceeds the need to feed I seed the deed with heed and lead.