Ellie Three

if you knew how to give, we wouldn't need, these places to live, this is no child’s game, wound in by greed, chasing your days, what about the kids, with all their surly needs, would you cast them adrift, golden dreams can’t negate, smoke on the breeze, send them away, with all your little fibs, think it's a wheeze, like making a bid, you're a fool to celebrate, each day brings no gifts. instead you pontificate, living life by drips, not a big blue sea, where loving light trips, but a lemon squeezed?