I am out of it,
won't you pour me some?
I could do with one,
or two or three-some!
I heard you have millions
of sachets of love
and maybe more –
stacked in your treasure trove?
Though wrapped and packed
with tender love and care
I hear your people tear it apart
laying the inside out bare?
And then they gobble it up
littering the sachet behind…
with bits and pieces of love
still stuck to the sides and rind!
I will pick each of these sachets
like a vagabond…looking for love
with the bits and pieces that stick out-
I will make my own treasure trove!
