A citation for speeding,
through the seconds of life.
Spent the years needing,
a vice, not a wife.

The will of a kind,
plastered in a cast.
Thoughts in lack of mind,
guilty of the past.

Pales fill the slums,
streets paved with gold.
The wealthy are but bums,
whose souls have been sold.

A bundle of sticks,
worthless as black.
A house without the bricks,
will cave during attack.

Flickering of the flame,
dim without a match.
Only we to blame,
if the future does not hatch.