Words are few; but I’ll tell.
Nothing is new; for this merchant to sell.
Dreams are my passion; “they seem obvious.”
Distributing some of my mansion; for among those who threads ever so cautious.
A million things are for me; within the space of this earth.
Please have them from me; just sit next to my berth.
I get influenced by the ‘Ford. That you keep.
“But still”...I have my ‘Royce, within which I don’t sleep.
Things are things; they don’t matter.
Get the slings; let’s remove this clutter.
‘Hunger for more;’ is only sometimes good.
The cause of the sore; let just say “it is not the food.”