Only jealousy has a thousand eyes
Overlooking the seas the horizon
Scanning the weeds the dandelions
They'd wish to blow, far away.
When my life has vanished into the stratosphere
I promise you not to leer.
Death, let's skip the urn & ashes
And have a good old love story here.
I'll take a tour of the slain lamb,
The old fat money market man
Can fry like well-buttered bacon in a pan?
I'll stay lean and learn to eat honey & yam.
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This shows you are a compassionate man who loves compassion.