Sick with worry, what's the point of money
Ignorance guides the wise from their folly
Caution thrown like a curveball in the wind
Kites fight as boxers salivate for blood
Night watchmen enter penumbral delight
Eclipsed by bliss carried within torchlight
Spanner in hand ready to adjust torque
Screw any loose bolt stripped naked
Sentenced to eternal unrest to reach
Kingdom come for an apple or a peach
Enticingly dangling from a low limb
Inviting a desperate hand to climb
Never to grasp the fruit swollen with juice
Snickering winds blow branches & rejoice
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