LAZARUS THE LAME!

Lazarus is lame,                         
His lame earn him fame.         
Now,he had no story,
But only recurring worry.

He sat at the table,
Nay,under the table;
Beneath Solokin he sat,
And dine on his fart.

His hound and he,
Did share the same meal.
'The bone is for me today',
The bitch will often say.
But sooner or later,
His latter changed for better.

Now,came an intruder.
Death; a killing healer.
Took he the two feliciter,
And dump one here,other there.

Then,another scene is display'd,
Now,the two had made their say.
Changed was their position,
The known now in demotion.

The giver of the scene,
Said so much a thing.
And when he had billed his tongue,
In halt was the story hung.
When Lazarus wealth kissed,
Solomon was in hell fixed-pain eased.

Which simply means,
If you're blessed with things.
Thy wealth be not for you,
But in the number of human you hint on wealth clue.
The bird in your palm now,
Is not for you but the cow,
Residing opposite your clan.
Go to and feed him in the -his- barn.

Go to now or later,
Your wealth varies to 'WAHALA'.
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