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
I’d so live here. Gorgeous place!
I read this aloud. Love it! So dark, but so true.
Short and powerful. I appreciate your writing and I agree with Mr. Tookle’s, gorgeous place.