Greed and doom untamed

Working down the streets of doom. No room could ever be filled from within. Opening eyes and zooming with special lenses, no retirement fund seems so silly yet the smell of Lilly can lift your nostrils in joyous affiliation. The pen is filled with ink that cannot wait to squirt but instead it is mislead.

Walking down the streets of greed. No deeds only wild attitudes of cowards dispersed on this earth like weeds. What lies within? is it seeds? The undying edge to feed even when full? Pot smokers eat not out of greed but out of the void those trees leave. The rippling repetition of more, more, more, i want more. Suicide is greed, so selfish that one can take their own lives, an act of extreme ego untamed. Greed is thriving amongst us. Traffic is greedy, why don't we all share? Whilst avoiding the needy?