The Giver's Cash

Perceivers need the Giver’s cash,
Are nice to them for they must ask,
"Please kindly sir, some more, I pray,
That I might live another day."

Though nice to them, it is not good,
For nice they're not – that's understood
By all – for Givers vicious are,
Whose tentacles reach near and far.

But who dares stop them in their tracks?
For they've got ways to cut your cash;
They get away with murder thus,
We eat that stuff – It's "good" for us.

Like needing cash, is needing gold –
Perceivers are the mother-load
Of nuggets – insights – high-grade ore,
So we shut up so we'll get more.

I could go on to other gifts,
How all shut up to get the bits
Of what they need to live their lives,
Eat crap – that's how receiver thrives.

What freedom now from being "nice";
Freed up to call on their advice,
Without the need to pull my punch;
The prospect gone of crap for lunch.

For it's not good to silent be,
And let folks have their way with me;
As Givers to Perceivers act,
Perceivers are as well, in fact.

But seeing Christ upon the cross
Has dealt with this – gone is our loss;
He took their hit – what they deserved –
For what they just for lunch have served.

What freedom! Givers in their place!
No more exempt from their disgrace!
Back in the fold of body-life
At last a part of joy and strife.

It's not that we have held our peace;
It's more the cost of such release
Of words to folks who must be stopped;
Absorbed by us? Enormous cost.

But now we're freed – at last I see
He took the hit for you and me;
Removed our guilt – that much I'd seen –
But vengeance-lust a load had been.

And now I see 'tis justice done;
He took the hit – He is the one
Upon whose life was justice wrought;
That I in freedom now might walk.

Thanks.

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