Full of tea yet low on greed
How much you query the green!
All of the money and honey you stash.
Why do you need to have all of that cash?
Here I rot topped up with pot
And dysfunctioning? Me got not!
As round this life you scream in fits
Killing time and joy – losing love in bits.
Burning up days with rants and quarrel
Smashing dreams down, leaving the rubble?
How do you righteous become so bloated
When out in this liberty, I grin easy and float on.