It’s fair to say that I’ve a flair to share
Goodwill to spill – just chill, I’ll foot the bill
Don’t split a hair – I’ll repair, I’ll be there
To climb uphill, to fulfil is my thrill
Feed those in need, it’s a kind-hearted deed
You’re waged? Give some to the disadvantaged
Then you come, like a weed, I’d heed your plead
The page turned, I raged as you hedged the ledge
The smallest you’d keep best close to your breast
The cheap facts you would keep deep inside, steep
You’d test my cranial nest when I need rest
Your queried beeps make me weep in my sleep
No lack of zinc, yet my hair’s turning white
In foresight it’s right – you’re my parasite