Greed

Greed [Nursery Rhyme]

Greed is bad,


Greed is perilous,


Greed is harmful,


Greed is venomous!

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Minimum Wage

Daily days of a routine craze

You are in an endless bottle where you will not find praise
and you're at the bottom of it, and one things for sure, you will not get to the top, it is not just a phase
It'll seem like forever,like a maze
But there's no ending, and there's no raise

 

You are their slave.
Are you angry!? Shut up! You better behave
Can you keep quiet about your nonsense about this word called "deprave"!?
You are my merchandise, you are my favorite and overworked microwave
If I could, and it was legal, I would work you in a grave
I could care less how it is evil, there are two people talking to me.
Greed and Crave

 

You, a cash cow.
Do you know how much you made us now!?
Get it done, right now! No! I do not care how,
But free time is not something I will allow!

 

You work for one, but they like to count, soon you'll be working for two
Two becomes four, and even more, workers will see, and working becomes few
They'll complain, but did they ever put on your shoes?
You're working for all of the fools, and for corporate, there is no end to what you will do!

 

Work the best? That's a mess
They go upstairs, put you apart from the rest, put you all of you up to the test
Sooner or later, they'll put you and all of your skills to the excess,
A break? A lunch? Forget about it, there is no time
For something like recess!

 

To us down here it's pretty sadistic

But to the people up there, it is more than realistic
They are always looking for you to do more the next day, you feel it's too sophistic
They don't want to hear about it, to them, finishing is just simple simplistics
Doesn't it just get you so ballistic?
You are just a mere statistic

 

You will not get further, they will not let you turn the page
Are you kidding me?
You are the bottom of the barrel, 
The lowest stage
Welcome to the daily uniform apparel
Welcome to minimum wage.

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Destroying Legacy

Destroying Legacy

By jfarrell

 

For profit,

Legacies are being destroyed.

My children’s home, for example,

And social housing trusts.

 

Long before I, or many of us, were born,

Rich, caring people, ‘philanthropists’, we called them;

Left great areas of land and building

IN TRUST!

 

To be used for social housing, children’s homes….

Hospitals, schools, the list is endless;

A hundred years before I was born

A rich person entrusted his lands which became my children’s home.

 

That piece of land, holding 25 houses, for children in need,

Was sold for one, solitary, single pound (british);

And each, now private, semi-detached house

Sells for a quarter of a million pounds.

 

Whether a hundred years ago, a person left housing,

Or today, you build a school…

Because tomorrow we make money selling it…

What real legacies are there left, or will remain?

They will sell it.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i see great crimes going unrecognised and unpunished

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Carnal Minds

Carnal Minds

There was a time henceforth when I had ten thousand dollars to spare
Happy with what the Lord hath already blessed me with, I decided to share
Having no need for the money I called two local men to mine house
Rumor had it the second man had the reputation of a cheat and a louse

The first man whose name was Greed, came in and sat near as could be
Behind him was a man named Wisdom, but he sat far, as he smiled at me
I told them both that I had five thousand dollars to give to each
Then said Greed, "give it here now!" as he leaned closer so as to reach

While I counted the money I looked upon wisdom's silence as wise indeed
For I knew he was patient, and of life's carnality he did heed
I counted aloud the words "Five thousand" and then quickly did Greed snatch away
His half of the money, so in life's pleasures he could foolishly play

I looked up expecting a gracious word of thanks from the greedy wretch
But he was already gone without a word; it was Satan's lures he did fetch
Then I looked over at my friend Wisdom, who was never reeled in by Satan's lure
He always appreciated the life that the Lord hath given him which in itself was pure

A very uplifting man that always a smile for me and all that did pass by
For he was happy knowing our Lord whom graciously arose in the sky
I handed him his share and he quietly tucked it away
Then he went on about his business until a later day

A week later Greed ran Wisdom's old wagon off of the road with his new car
As he laughed about wisdom spreading his money to the poor afar
Then without notice the man in the sky did call
He said “The books are open, now come one, now come all!”

Greed waited in line continually bragging about his carnal things
Until he learned that he had traded them for his heavenly wings
He went to a place not fit for a man as he looked up at Wisdom flying by
He pleaded "Just one sip of water I beg you bring me from a cloud up in your sky"

Wisdom smiled and said "Dear friend, I stored my money in Gods eternal bank"
It was your earthly treasures that did demote you to a sergeant in Satan's rank
It was only yesterday that you passed a starving woman in your car so nice
I stopped in my tracks, gave her food and shelter, I didn't have to think twice

Now I am here with her in paradise, the place the Lord set aside
For those with a conscience and a heart, who in his laws did abide
Though I did have a thirst for life's carnal things
I knew that I couldn't fly up here without my precious wings

Speak to me no more from the pits of Hell
For justice is served, and I chose well!

By: Wayne Hoss

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one is scarey... Beware!

January 5th

 

I slowly fill my tea cup

 

Watching the hot water thrash the little tea bag back and forth

 

The way storms toss shingles and trash cans

 

The way waterfalls await nations that once laid claim to calm rivers

 

Are we debris caught in society?

 

Are we as hopeless as homes lying under hurricanes?

 

Why can we measure wind temperature destruction body counts bullets fired bombs dropped civilians displaced but can't calculate the casualties in our subconscious

 

If we could see the suffering that vengeance brings

 

Could it divert us from disaster?

 

Greed's hot noxious breath is on the back of my neck

 

I walk through septic tanks of humanity overflowing with sorrow and filth

 

Hidden side effects of the selfish

 

Can't someone wake us from this collective Holocaust nightmare?

 

Some witch doctor from a more peaceful dimension?

 

I want to bottle your smile and your laugh so it can cure our hellishness

 

It can cure the coldest heart in its most biblical plague

 

It reminds me why I can never give up

 

Because at the end of this swimming pool of corpses

 

There might be a face like that

 

To tell me this horrible struggle has all been worth it

Maybe this is why we are here

Not because we're terrible and have arrived to do terrible things

But that we know we can change

That there are things worth fighting for

Worth giving to

And if we keep going

The world could be as amazing as you

 

 

 

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Taking Pieces

--Breakup--
 

I am free

 
But chained to my invisible ties.
He can't see me 
Or hear me.
He will soon forget my laugh,
He'll forget my smile.
 
I don't know why I willingly shackled myself in to start with. 
Signing my name in this contract of devotion
and heart consumption when
All I was given in return was heart-ache.
 
He walks freely,
Bearing the pain and all its glory.
Only for the time being.
To his peers he seems unchanged.
He appears confident;
the typical alpha-wolf routine.
 
Pain doesn't compare to loss.
Losing pieces
Losing pieces of myself
I thought would never come unfastened. 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

going through this relationship I realized pieces of me became lost from this world. the care-free, easy-going, confident pieces I wish everyday would comeback to me. 

You'd Choose Greed

You'd choose greed

In the face of kindness.
You'd choose malice and you'd choose utter blindness.
You'd choose greed instead of making sense
Bringing tears and causing great suspense.
 
You'd choose greed, you'd choose shyness
Instead of hello, you'd choose goodbye-ness.
You'd choose greed, you'd choose sadness
Instead of gladness.
Instead of choosing something everlasting
You'd choose something ever-passing.
You'd choose greed.
 
You'd choose fear
In the face of bravery.
You'd choose fear instead of feeling peaceful glee.
You'd choose fear, you'd choose sadness
Instead of goodness
You'd choose badness.
 
You'd choose fear, you'd choose slyness.
You'd choose lowness, instead of highness.
You'd choose fear, you'd choose sadness
Instead of gladness.
You'd choose fear, you'd choose worry.
Instead of standing, you'd choose to scurry.
You'd choose giving in instead of pushing on
Instead of right, you'd choose wrong.
Instead of choosing something everlasting
You'd choose something ever-passing.
 
You'd choose fear.
You'd choose greed.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is actually a shortened version of a song I made off the top of my head.

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A Path Towards Nowhere

As I gain control of the sun,

I don't know where these feelings came from


And soon engulfed in the power, I became corrupt

My soul at stake, and my heart sewn shut

 

With all to have, and everything to lose

To people to expect you, but later no one to enthuse

 

And like anything, nothing seems to go as planned

Beauty and grace, quickly sunken in the quicksand

 

Will you and I become like the one everyone dreams?

Or be the source of why everyone shivers and screams?

 

Tell me, is everything ever so perfect?

When all we see is beauty in the defect?

 

The balance must be exact, they say

Else things quickly fade and thus, end night and day

 

Life is so very hard, don't you think?

The pure water turns to blood, quickly down your sink

 

But you and I have lost the mind to care

When you've gone down a path towards nowhere

 

As I go deeper, the world becomes dark and lonely

Life becomes artificial, greedy, and phony


Even the calmest of hearts can go dark

To the quietest rabbit, into a hungry shark


And the sky has no own to owe it to shine down to

Our hearts are now corrupt, frozen, and black and blue


And thus everything becomes pitch black

And those we love the most, die from a heart attack

All because we ignored the qualities we lack.


Everything can change by just one small decision

Little do we know it can change what we envision


What ever will you call a home now?


Everything but the past and dust upon what we call living

To what we cherished, fought, and nature that was once giving...











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Predator

Someones son is dying
right this immediate second of now..
and his General wraps his meaty iron fist
around the all-mighty oil-soaked dollar.
  An apex jungle-predator won't kill
for pleasure or amusement; 
  Even when hopelessly entangled
in the shimmering, dew-wet death
of a spiders web; 
  The spider, knowing it has no use 
for what has surrendered to its entrapment,
releases its prey not out of mercy, or sorrow..
but out of the calm calculus of reason.
  What then of this war? 
To quench the beasts' blood lust
of un-satisfiable desire?
  A revolution is growing silently 
in numbers, behind the backs
turned,
suckling from the tit of self destruction
and greed.
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