Noises

I cant't see

I don't have that tenacity

That gumption or will

I have nothing to sell

Nothing worth money-just hell

If you want it

I'll give it for free

But let me tell you

If you take it

Just kill me

Because

If you need it that bad

If this world is that mad

Than all of you can have it

I don't want it

All I want is precious

I will share it

And if I need sustenance

I will ask

And hope

That what passes between us

Can wean us

From a sense of need

From a sense of greed

From a sense of taking

Of giving

Of craving

And controlling

Of knowing

Noises

My dear

Those are all

Only noises