Give him just as much
and let him be on his way,
for it's sweetness he has tasted,
and surely he shall return.
Give him just as much
and see how much more he shall want,
what type of fangs does he bare.
Give him just as much
and maybe you shall know the heart of men,
does he lay in truth or scheme in wait.
For a lover of much will always want more.
The desire of plenty
can only birth the desire of plenty.
And even to his brethren his back shall he turn,
if only a cent more for him can be spared.

Can any settle for less,
who can settle for peace,
shall his fear of judgemental eyes claw at him.
Shall he be baited into wanting,
tempted into longing and lusting,
to have but a glance and long an eternity.

Give him just as much,
how much shall he give,
how much shall he keep
and maybe you may know the heart of men.
Will he have much to gain
or shall he gain in loss.

For we shall leave but naked,
unclothed in the womb that of the earth.
Where there is plenty,
there is even more to spare.