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INKling No9—greed
the glutton fills his barns but, never sated,
he shovels till his soul is inundated
and then he hoards
his great excess,
with none save just
himself to bless.
he contemplates
the world outside
and shrinks back for
a place to hide,
lest he should feel
the pangs of guilt
when conscience cuts
him to the hilt.
© Copyright 2019 October 10
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
the glutton fills his barns but, never sated,
he shovels till his soul is inundated
and then he hoards
his great excess,
with none save just
himself to bless.
he contemplates
the world outside
and shrinks back for
a place to hide,
lest he should feel
the pangs of guilt
when conscience cuts
him to the hilt.
© Copyright 2019 October 10
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 10th Oct 2019
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