nothing has less
meaningless fuss
over a cuss
about a lust
a world had bust
a drole might bay
a simple hey
with tempered may
and so was days
to millions says
nothing has much
weightless a trust
made ouf of dust
to fly a rust
over a must
when all was fake
from dawn to sake
everything has
value and is
measured for wizz
to proper miss
would not abyss
mistakes of this
and that of lists
it's more then kiss
and midgnight glitz
it is mounted front
in strengths and wits
weighed in for gild
to armour shields
with manners sealed