The age tics for the timed owed wage.
From Beautiful Bloom, to Ugly Doom.
– Indigents fit the bill but never learn.
A rich kills the bird & takes the worm.
The sign says ‘Welcome’, not Goodbye.
The fine days comes to a stealth whine.
The towel is hidden to double its pride.
Risk is the only pal to the trouble child.
Stick ’em, torch to switch off every light.
Click ’em. Do not watch their food fight.
Shove their go, only Love feeds the Soul.
The Tic heeds what a Toc needs to know.
— Ricardo Sexton