Kenny Two

You live life by drops, no poem or big sea, green lights turn to stop, words only grate, about lousy gifts, in green 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, to let them know who's boss, everyone squeezed, like a kitchen cloth, golden socks can't delay, your fight over deeds, the need to hold sway, give it all to love, you wouldn't need, if you gave a toss, but you won’t see.