Poetry

Greed

Something keeps following me.

It instructs me as to what to do.

Only I can see it…

It’s a fat beast with emerald green fur and the tiniest mouth

It convinces me to buy things,

Things I don’t need

The more I feed it the happier it gets and the happier I get…


The beast is a drug

It’s happiness connects to mine.

Slowly, the hunger is becoming insatiable

I need to buy more to satisfy it and myself…

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