The Strength of the Silver Spoon
All I could do was done,
I gave attention to your ways
and treasured your promises in my heart.
With loud cries and tears,
I battled your Silver Spoon
and recited words of love from my lips,
so I seeked justification from with-in.
I meditated,
while you were with your Sliver Spoon,
with the Silver Spoon in your left hand
and a lighter in your right hand,.
a bubbling concoction
lays on your Silver Spoon,
it seems to call you
and you can't hear me,
but I can hear myself.
A thought uncloaks before me,
in the warm sunrise,
there is no wisdom,
no insight,
no amount of love
and no plan that can succeed
against the Silver Spoon.
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