Mother Nature reaps the seed for interactive need,
And once planted we are granted a life blooming,
But what is surely hallowing is the consuming heed
Of a greed of feed to selfish need without sharing,
So a Brethren Brother, or Sister, Father or mother
Can have a doubt with going without at their clout
With a shout at those taking, forsaking at another
Of a carelessness digest at what is the best about.
An appealing apple can be a tipple when brewed,
And many take with the forsaking with breaking
Their faculties and common-sense that is pursued
By their loved one's in the firing line not liking.
So many take the piss with their hit and miss
Kiss and tell of a swelling knell to so hiss.
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