Layers Of Money - Poem by Naveed Akram
I should discover my layers of country,
As completely as my lord and company,
To master the sins of my jealous foes,
So I might think it proper to contain their woes.
I got up in a tree to survey my district to the west,
A little spring water landed on my chest
And spoke of divinity, that was agreeable to eat
And then chew, read and spit for the treat.
Very little was spent of money,
As my cash had been like honey.
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