G[color=#CCFFFF]limmer of serenity; Fair touch of prosperity.
In fields of rock and glory, --------Profit of decrepitude.
Throughout their lengthy story,
On fate we often brood.
If we all just sat and stared, ----If we stand with anger flared, --------If our paradigms unfurled,
What would become of this world?
Intrepidly they wander,
On disparity they squander
All but a single idle thought. ----Complacency aids us not.
----The phrases that mean the most, The result of eating toast.
The result of eating food, ----Is often becoming nude.
----A thud and a good few clanks, ----And a bloop and a bleep, ----The ore is dumped into tanks. Profit he will surely reap.
If you now take the time to consider,
If you consider the time that you take,
Perhaps the thoughts about which we dither
Perhaps you will hit me with a sturdy rake.