Kenny Two

You live life by drops, no poem or big sea, the green light stops, your words only grate, on lousy gifts, there lies your fame, latticed with coughs, just a wheeze, to show whose on top, some child’s game, around your greed, you always find a way, let them know who's boss, everyone squeezed, like a kitchen cloth, golden pockets can't delay, your fight over deeds, the need to hold sway, give it all to love, you wouldn't need, to care a jot, can't you see?