You Cannot Take It With You Poem by Dijon Noble

Why must I pay for everything yet I ‘am told I ‘am free they did their best to confine my heart and mind but my soul will forever roam freely.

Thus in the wind I will always find the provision of my needs, as the adversary of the Earth continually deceives regarding the nature of everything.

Ironically making its subjects believe paper doesn't proceed from the growth of trees, and if it is the root of all evil then from what soil did that root proceed?

And if evil causes its growth how has it grown to be your deity, the only wealth is the one of happiness, that’s why I find you cannot purchase truth with fiction; indulgence leads to death if only the deaf would listen.

Would they follow a Savior and sacrifice their savings for salvation, I doubt for they take counsel from profit and meet prophets with derision.

They have turned the fertile Earth into a desolate prison, and what profit a man to gain everything in existence, when they have forfeited their privilege to live.