A picture can paint a thousand words
and a few words paint a thousand pictures,
coming across within the frame, the strictures,
of a dreamy-poem that is seen or heard.
There is something somewhat amiss
when behaving like Oliver Twist
we ask for more and more
seeing that we are relatively-poor
compared to those who live uptown
and lord it like they wear a crown.
We say that it'd be far best
if the world relied less and less
on money, while yet wanting it,
making each-one of us a hypocrite,
and playing the national lottery
only proves our great dishonesty.
"Someone has to win," we say,
"let it be all others who lose today !"