You get some money

Then blow it

In a meaningless way

Cig's, booze, drugs

All you have to show

Always it's fate

And should you ever

Make some real gee's

Watch how the family grows

Aunts, uncles, sons & daughters

The get of women you swear

You have never known

Want a piece

Greed and envy

Giving their faces

A weasely glow

Which on your face

Has always shown

By

Calder Wolfe