Mia

if you knew how to give, you wouldn't need, to ask a place to live, this is no child’s game, with you on your knees, chasing all your days, what about some kids, who'll carry their needs, will you cut them adrift, golden domes can't negate, what simmers on the breeze, stuff you let blow away, frame my terrible tips, you think such a wheeze, nail your own coffin lid, even fools hesitate, to bring you gifts. thst you then berate, live a life like this, no care or loving heed, can't you just shift, absence to belief?