Sorry for myself, I've lost my

Kharmic wealth but

I can take from you with antiseptic stealth

I'll dig my own grave, get my

Front yard paved

There's always a penny earned

Another dollar saved



What lies ahead



I always my point, soak

Bread in dirty oil

"Right's" too strong a word

The neighborhood's been spoiled but

I know what I know, stuck that

Inner glow

I don't have time to learn

I said I know what I know



I'm wrong, I won't admit it

I won't get it