Betulah

Do you know what breaks, in a lifetime of greed, to fracture the love you make, i wonder if its's trained, that stuff in your creed, a gift from wrapped cellophane, those yellow cries you fake, with such a surly need, is it part of the game, kindness won't do the same, a tremble to your knees, thrown away down lipsticked drains, tell me on the Freeway, is that really your belief, that losers have no brains, if you live by taking, is there ever a need, to understand what you dissipate, trying not to see ?