don't think what's in them -

a bit of nail here, some bone there,

served in a coffin.

Now who's laughing!?

not me yet,

at the moment it's a trickle

like a future sneeze

if i stifle it's growth

like chinese girl's feet

we won't get far

we won't get our treats.

In privation it lies,

next to pain is pleasure,

a cold hard bed

holds a friendly measure -

it won't collapse

it won't throw you out

it guards your security

it gives you clout!

it gives you purpose

it fills the mind

i hope it turns out

like you designed.