Anti Touting

Looking back at what life has made of us
Thus our shallow thinking would of no help be
Could it be the six years gymnastics of head bent on ink that aroused?
And the merriment of enclosed nights for bar that makes us lean?

That after all these our lot is glorified with peanut
Peanut? Yes peanut
So astonishing that their defense is calved in mentoring
Of what good is mentorship when the tummy is daily weeping?

Even the abdomen in struggle has nothing to gain
That our daily cry a focus of their campaign
Yet In their good worth raise war on touting
While there's skeleton in their cupboard to rise

Of what good is a war expressed to be empty cymbal?
When there's Judas in our midst?
Feed the hunger, I'm saying feed the hunger
And let greed that thus lingers find its way to the cave

In all these, our wall will be closed against lizards
Making unwanted entry to our walls
Then all will go home in peace and smiling