Greed: A Poem
GREED
Dishonesty is the best policy
She said to herself with a wicked smile
What they don’t suspect, is better for me
as she takes their money by the pile.
They’ll only use it on drugs and fluff
I’ll make better use of their stash!
New windows and floors - a modest swimming pool
Hey, I’m not using my own cash!
Thank you Lord for putting me in charge
to show these underlings the right way
to shut up and take the money I give them,
If they want more, let ‘em pray!
To work or not, it’s up to them,
there’s always more suckers in line.
So thankful I’ve hired them in these tough times,
not knowing each paycheck will decline.
Don’t question me now, I’m really busy.
My wishlist needs a revision or two.
I’ve decided I want that one in every color!
Heck! I can afford it and deserve it, too!
After this order, I guess I must work,
as there is a new face at my door.
An energetic, little dark-haired fool.
That’s odd, his feet aren’t touching the floor.
I prepare the speech about large paychecks
The sky is the limit, there’s always a lot!
I smile as his eyes twinkle and dance,
Is it me, or is this office getting hot?
The door slams shut with unseen hands
as the room fills with an unpleasant smell.
I cry as he tells me to leave my cash
because there’s nothing to buy in Hell!
©LMY 9.10.2012