Consuming like an oil fire.
Greed is the face of your desire.
Empty and hollow, in despair you wallow.
"Work is just work" (What a jerk)
You'll be sorry when you're starving.
Fist full of funny money.
Your material without meaning.
Earth scorched and bare.
Like a small child you just stare,
Wondering how you got to be there.
A contest entry
- Quickie by Starz of Heaven.
525 points, ended January 2, 7 entries
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Comments
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This is a nice take on hte prompt thank you for your entry goodluck in the contest best wishes and much luck
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