You may buy the tools
You need with time
And play with fools
That plead to crime
Then slay the rules
For reason’s rhyme
Your days in school
Exceed your prime

With thought so thick
It makes you thin
When fraught with prick
From snakes who grin
You’re taught to trick
Forsake and sin
Exhort the sick
To break within

The awkward stream
Soaks selfish pride
And more extremes
Won’t quell this fight
Eyes sore unseen
Have health insight
This poor man’s dream
Has wealth at night