Tiffany

if you knew how to give, you wouldn't need, seek a place to live, this is no child’s game, around what you believe, chasing all your days, what about the kids, with their surly needs, must they go adrift, golden ties can't negate, what shifts on the breeze, you let blow away, frame those terrible tips, you think such a wheeze, nail the coffin lid, even fools hesitate, to bring you gifts. what else can you desecrate, to live a life by drips, no care or loving heed, what yellow light strips, lays bare your creed?