With bands gold and bold,
The unsatiables,
Both green and old,
Stray unperturbed,
With hearts cold as death,
Forever taking,
Never ever giving.
The unsatiables roam the earth,
Free and uncaring.
They do as they please,
As any annual wind,
Blowing here and there,
Sometimes hot,
Sometimes cold.
They have been North and South,
In oceans deep,
And ponds shallow,
Whispered breezes they couldn't keep,
Made a clear day weep.
Such huge appetites!
They seek young blood,
The fountain of youth,
Necessary to Iron out the wrinkles of lifelong ties,
Actions that result in bucketful lies,
What a shame,
To be so unsatiable and lame.
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