are you afraid to be unpaid
recompense-less pretty haunt
for wishful blissful serenade
may underway expulsion daunt
ring the bell and yell grenade
all such exiled songs now flaunt
bombs away blows an unmade
lay away day who never dawned
gone astray withdrew conveyed
so worry not you will be paid
A Poem for the Unpaid
Sustaining Practice 