Poetry Book 2

Take my treasure you will? Do you fit the bill? Take your filthy hand off my land and remove your foot from my well-earned loot! Remove that grin off your chin, for I host no contest to win! The effort is all mine, so why do you consider me a swine? Then likewise is your disguise, and suffice to say, you are in my way! Leave well alone, that which lives in pretense and suddenly alters its tone! The disfavor of fortune be the latter, as the delightful former was the batter, and they are all what they seem, when whipping the foul cream, and with assorted boilers, all blowing off steam!