Hallways : Crumbling House

The arrogance of avarice
Is known to all humanity,
And yet, it hasn’t slowed a bit,
No decrease in cupidity

As every day, we read again,
Of twisted, dark, venality:
But empty and esurient
We bumble toward mortality

Here in the houses of the dead
We see the sheer insanity
Of filling days with emptiness
And shallow dreams
And vanity

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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