Indulge Me, do
Enormous I’m becoming. I am greed.
The neighbor’s car and house and lawn I want.
And even more than that becomes my need.
Know this. If I’m not fed, I’ll then grow gaunt.
Since some can have a void they cannot fill,
incessantly I’ll clamor to be fed.
A demon and unseen, I’m growing still.
I scream inside the quenchless person’s head.
I grasp and squeeze and bleed his inner core.
I do this more and more as I enlarge.
Then charity can stay with him no more.
Indulge me, do, and let ME be in charge!
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2024
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