To him it they are as evil as they come
And please us; they’re the scum.
I plead that his habit teaches him something.
Fatal choices made will eat his pockets up,
Feeding a beating like a drum.
Tedious to realize his own denial.
The trial is a trail cut short.
Since the jump, this could have been avoided.
He could abort it, but he stunts.
It’s like a lethal dose of drugs he’s addicted to,
Rushing to make more of it, getting it
The legal or illegal way. A fetish he’s displayed.
Oh, look what he has done to himself.
Enfeebled illness meets you at the door and you’re
Sick of having none.
Painted a failure in the end as success deposited numbness.
Now he can’t feel anything.
He’s as greedy as they come,
And needy of the funds,
And speedy when he runs to buy everyone’s love.
Selfish to a point, he’s withdrawn from sanity.
This is a vanity he can’t overcome.
There’s madness inside his thoughts.
Influenced by the dollars, coins, and
Goldbricking for the fun of it.
Money is as evil as it comes.
A leech that consumes all.