With, No Investment Made Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There is not a lot,
To be fiddled in the middle.
Or to tie with a doing of it in knots.
Not when the action leaves very little,
To demand with a commanding...
Those expectations with one's hand out.

With,
No investment made,
Deposited or donated given as one lives...
The ones with mindsets corrupted with held cups,
Automatically wanting them seen filled up...
Are S.O.L.
Severely delusioned.
And left smelling out of luck!

With no sweat from their foreheads,
Beading to drip...
There are some people thinking,
A flapping of lips is enough to deserve...
A grabbing to get from a platter served.
But...
No one should expect a better taste,
With no investment made.
No one should expect a slice of cake,
If they did not bake it!