Beaten And Poor

If you had none and I had many I still would not give you a single penny, This is more than just a subtle hint I will not ever give you another red cent. If you believe that I am being mean and verbally unfit, Then don't ever tell me that you're good for it. If you are ever in a fickle I would not help you by giving you a nickel, Your fortune by me will not ever again increase As I would not give you that needed five cent piece. If you had swore that you would pay be back, Upon your face, those words I would probably smack. Though you might think my belief is a crime I still would not give you one thin dime, Even though you came from my loin I would not give you that one single coin. And I dare you to ever to question me why, Look into your mirror, then you'll see your lie. Once I was your proudest supporter But, now I would not loan you one lone quarter, I would not give you that one fourth of a dollar Not even if you cried, pleaded, and did holler. I always happily gave you change for your banks, But, then you were a child and you gave me thanks. If you urgently needed money for your till I could not give you one solitary bill, Never again will I give you anymore cash I would feel less hurt, by throwing it directly in the trash. I gave, and I gave unto you until I hadno more, Now, because of you, I am beaten and poor. Randy L. McClave