Profit Poem by Saul Palti

A house in an ally at the bottom of the road
sinks into hell at the red centred bell
entered the king of Saturn who asks to be sold
and this story I will sombrely shout and tell

asks a question to receive an answer
to remember the quest and find the maker
of all encounters earthly and distract
with the past to believe in order to react

a fortune told with fever seems
lights and bulbs pushing a healthy gleam
some drop here some drop there
their skull naked and bare

brazen the cheat tells tails to the hornet
to remove himself from the closet
and leave this place we call home
not fresh or healthy but never to roam

he makes his approach to get a way
to win and laugh the swollen play
greatnesses tulip to be a flourish
as I eat and begin to nourish

his deal was to first in line
and all the world to rescue time
maybe it would be accomplished
and never gone or even wasted