Hook, Line And Sinker

Tossing and turning on the bed 

As if sleeping on thorns 

I realised I'd just been woken up by a dream storm

It appeared  so real and scary, that I had to let my senses calm,

There's always a storm, before the calm.

 

I vividly recall the dream, very disturbing in its sequence .......

Trying to pacify myself, that it was of no consequence 

In that dream, a man with 'sticky  fingers', was on a running spree 

The cash weight on his shoulder was as heavy as it could be. 

Hook, line, and sinker !! Oh, No!! Is he into fishing for a hobby ?

Certainly not!! There is, of course, something more ...A fishy lobby 

Recalling his  countless money mongering schemes folly 

In spite of his conscience telling him... the root of all evil is money.

A fool and his money are soon parted, more so 

'Cause anything not earned justly, gets thrown into the ditch below.

Maybe the easy money that he got,

Which would only go down the gutters flow  

Or black money that he needed to hide, is just a pit away, a stone's throw

Or still.... stolen notes, from a wealthy family, friend or foe   

And so, he's on the run to stack away his ill-gotten dough

Whatever it is, he was indeed having a run for his money 

Otherwise, why would he even risk his precious life to agony 

And run head-on into the drain of 

Misery

To run away from one's own doing's, so grisly

Hook, Line and Sinker, he fell headlong into the well 

Well! Well !! If you run foul, you must take the beating, as well.