Lust not for riches that attracts needless ruckus
Lust not for niches acquired through back doors
Lust not for favors that tend to make you obliged
Dust off the lust trust in thyself rest for the best
Life sucks when mind becomes sick
Life pricks when played upon a trick
Life sulks when being a victim of bilk
Life shrinks when addicted to drinks
A cause to worry is half-hearted attempts
Neither work ends full nor the time stays still
Life is a riddle with lot of things raring to meddle
End result is little accomplished lots unfinished
Ignorance is no excuse thus spoke a phrase
Suits well if the ignorant is poor and lame
Ignorance is a sign of intelligence claims a new phrase
Powerful and politicians bask in the glory of ignorance
Congratulations on your poem number 100. Keep writing - your concepts are strong.
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Good Concepts and Rhymes well.