It's a greed that eats,No, swallows you up and
Shits you out, but you go back
For more.
Money- it can solve your problems
But the only way to feel good about it
Is if you spend some of it on other people.
Then, it wasn't yours anyway.
You are paying for guiltless days.
This gluttony also shows itself when one
Is presented with food.
I take and take,
Eat and eat,
Watch myself expand, promise
To myself I'll change, tell myself over
And over, is this what you really want?
But why do I want to be selfless when
Greed and indulgence
Is the norm?
When everyone expects you to be stingy and also to take the
Extra cake, what happens when suddenly I'm the only one
Taking the extra cake? I do not know where the line is-
Or worse, I do know and I just choose to
Overstep it for a small sense of power.
But I must remember what I really want.
That's not greed; that's necessity.
You can't buy love- but money sure as fuck helps.
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Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}