Zest ryhmes with best,
we live in our nest.
Not ony the home,
but the head and our world.
Don't get past the head,
zest of life won't swirl.
I've been head racing,
everyday in this life facing.

I do my best,
to rhyme life with zest.
I let other people hate,
I refuse to relate.
Love, kindness and concern,
so much zest will churn.
Works to help my zest,
just a part of doing my best.
Anything else is futile,
I love to fun and smile.

Can't fun and smile,
with hate and stupidity
for style.
I tried,
I tried,
my problems multiplied!
Same problems still exist,
better with a love twist.
I'm sold,
I'm sold!
The salesman was God.
He kept hammering it in,
for a long time I resisted,
again life became more twisted.

If you don't learn nothing
else in life,

learn the power of love!

Love certainly has its twist,
but I'll still take it,
try real hard not to fake it.
Lifes full of head game,
love and peace helps tame,
stupidity and hate
only add flame.

Out to get a zest for life,
help fight the misery and strife.
With the wrong weapons,
we might as well collect
the devils coupons.
They're redeemable everywhere,
but won't get the redeemer
nowhere.
You'll be stuck in mold,
collecting fools gold.

Let the story be told!

G