The Avaricious

by Blake   Nov 7, 2019


Could you find a way to keep your mind
While grasping at every grit you find
For much that you seek is not your desire
But kindling logs to your funeral pyre
Whether a noble by birth or beggar in strife
We demand the finer things in life
Be it ruling the land or stealing provisions
Avarice tends to make my decisions
This greed that forms the deserts veins
Have us seduced by its sandy grains
For each man thirsts for something he had
The greed itself is not so bad
Whatever quells that man endures
To find the brim of earths allures
Though what is found at the end of your health?
The worlds worth is not in its wealth

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