Lonny

I'm not your drip, within a big sea, the yellow light hid, what about your lover, with all her surly needs, has she got your number, how you want to live, alongside your creed, having money to mint, does this make you wonder, in your pitiless belief, to tear the rich asunder, stones and pieces of drift, land above the tidal scree, they are not your gift, enslaved or encumbered, face a lifetime of greed, instead of sweet slumber, state you leave me in, a life's end in weeds, heaven is not fibs, none of us need.