No Money No Honey Poem by venessa ambrose

No Money No Honey



No money
No honey
Its milk and sugar
When the pocket is heavier
It fire and brimstone
When the account is solid stone
You think I drink
Let dry your oil ink
And watch your beauty queen
Flee in a thousand winds
Dancing for alms
To a willing arms

No money
No honey
I don talk my own
Even the faithful disciple
Departs when its only one apple
And your once loyal entourage
Will lack the needed courage
You then become an army
A one man army
Of the coinless heart
Then! only then
Will you learn the art.

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