Start Sharing All Your Stuff Sir, Like Mom Said. Poem by Chuy Amante

You weren't bad kids you shared with others.
you split the food with friends and brothers

At birthdays you shared all you had,
played with friends and saw your dad

But somewhere once gone
you changed your mind

about sharing all your stuff,
and you became blind

Now your a greedy old bastard
who'd negotiate with the poor

keeping lots for you,
you'd never give at the door

You and those like you
are slowing The FLOW

to the lessor peons,
you can rent by the store

There is plenty for everyone
only if we freely share

but when we don't do it
life here is not fair

Sell what you got
and give it where needed

then you'll get why the Master's
advice should be heeded

All will live well
with no fear of tomorrow

NEVER A NEED TO BEG
and NEVER ever ever BORROW