Ungrateful Poem by Shaun Cronick

My body is a temple,
My thoughts are Paradise.
And when I give to people,
Some aren't so very nice.

For every kind gift,
I've given people to.
How hard it is for them,
To say the words thank you.

You give them something for nothing,
They have the cheek to ask for more.
Their wanton avarice staggers me,
Their wicked wicked greed I abhor.

So be careful who you give to,
People I once looked on as friends.
They should hang their heads in shame,
For them my generosity no more extends.