TUCK
Don't worry about making a
buck
The things on which your mind is
stuck
All of that is such a
yuck
With the bastards I have no
truck

They just make your life
suck
They mire you into the
muck
They totally mess with your
luck
They make you eat a hockey
puck

All of that you can
chuck
Into my heart you have
snuck
Worldly affairs you can
shuck
If between my sheets you will
tuck
© 2002 by Michael J. Farrand