In the realms of sadness In the realms of sorrow A picture of joy Had what i borrowed In the statement of borrow In the lease of joy It stated This contract is no toy You will pay the interest You will pay, Even if it gets rust If joy is water And you drinks a lot Still you have to pay Pay a lot You can't even get One day free Otherwise It's all free Free from you To get to else If joy is child Then you are ball Which had been lost By the boy in the poem Which says nothing is permanent You can never Ever tell What's you did wrong What you did not In working a lot In filling a lot Lot of intrest In joy which's rust It's all gone In a wave of dust.