Wants know no limits, resources do,
Is it reason enough, for wants to subdue?
A bit of cash in hand, by means not so fair,
Ah! That you can forget, offering a simple prayer;
Prices of things, are doubling all too quick,
For your dreams to be shaped, you have to play a trick.
In silk is when your mistress clad,
And children with their gadgets, so glad;
On you will they shower, their love, so shammed,
It’ll grow, this love, marking your pockets crammed.
Things for which, will people skirmish,
Will be at your feet, the moment you wish.
For peace of mind, it’ll fall short, though,
And fraudulence won’t give, your face any glow.
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