Tick-tock, goes the clock
Time, they say, waits for no man
But like a groom on the altar awaits his wife
So does woe, those who doth sow strife.
Cluck-cluck, goes the Cock
Another day to wallow, or a new day to work
One man rises where another man falls
Does time and chance really happen to them all?
I say be good; know thy strength and therein be better
For one man’s beef is another man’s gall.
Hung-over Pirates afore-drunken on dancing sea-tides
Bloodshot eyes blinded awake by the Sun’s golden rise
As dawn dawns, greed awakes and evil spawns:
“Come tides, high or low
Let raging waves like billows roll
No matter the cost, no matter the stakes
Treasure and rubies untold shall be mine to take”
But life with noble Sailors plans
That as heaven and earth remain in place
Seed and harvest time shall be never misplaced.
“X” marks the spot of cursed treasure
Yet also life’s stage for Karma’s blessed ambush.
Rotten hearts will fall to sea bottom
When evil’s ripe harvest comes full circle.
Virtue brings life and makes one alive
But greed, seeming to fill, creates insatiable void
And makes one vile.
For where their treasure is, there their bellies lie
Pierced through by noble swords and lust’s intoxicating wine.
Click-clock, goes the Glock
Bullets are loyal and bound to their course
The cards and guns, life’s fingers doth hold
Alas! Karma owes no one, yet keeps all the gold.