And all guidelines of hope are hard to breach
As long as there's a mouth open more wide,
Always wanting still more and primed to leech
While one is lost and messed up by the tide.
So much can be offered in many ways
And yet it's cash that makes a cache so neat
As if this game has far too many plays
For honest men to grasp and cop it sweet.
Beauty can kill and lust can dig a grave
While love can teach a king to be a fool;
But when distressed damsel becomes a knave
It's then her suitor turns into a tool.
We see nothing of each other's cheap need
Until a heart breaks smashed by sickly greed.