Business Before Pleasure & Neither Before God !

Nothing is pleasure that is not spiced with variety

I do not believe in doing for pleasure nor living in high society

To know the true art of success

One must seek to achieve to endeavor

A loss of words

Then proned to let out a sigh

What will become of the earth;

Through a pivotal point in all of history

We then wandered through green pathways filled with jest

Looking hard then eager for that final rest

Just happy to reach that final goal or conquest

Let the heart fabricate a new style

Although you had known the truth all the great while

Through bulwark then those sharpened decorum

In a bitter plight of torn pillage

We later rested from all of the days affairs

Yet through the port in a storm one may vaguely see

A really set way to a reality

Through blight in vain circumstance

Into the extravigant humble abode

You will do as you are told !

If I made my bed in Hell,

Perhaps for some it may give them a great story to tell

If you point one finger at me

Just remember there are four pointing right back at you !

Through sullen tears to gently warm our fears

We work together to help produce a bountiful crop.