Eline Two

Don't break holy orders, claim it’s all your mother, stuff you swore, love's free to cash, all the stuff you smother, a window without a sash, you can see my core, belly like an oven, a flame of burning more's, whenever money's crap, you curse your brother, he says it’s not on tap, hard stuff behind his door, fools live without clutter, then run away fraught, no book or deeds stashed, you won’t lie like the others, ignore their dash, you'll pay a heavy score, you’ve always been another, love for you is raw, better take cover.