carnage of another mans greed
at what point does she have her feed?
clippings of her waste-not paper
the minute that we saved for later
to this she drinks
her brothers betrayal!
life gone cold and lost and pale
scramble for jewels but be content
your jewels cannot repay - you spent
your life on damaged goods and such
time for smoko, knock off for lunch.
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nice passionate piece of poetry coz!! I felt it!
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