Greed

Just one more avenue that will take you down As on Satan's head you place yet another a crown As a homeless man scavenges through the window pane You look upon him with complete and utter disdain And once having your own fill You now add dessert to that bill Adjusting your chair so as not to look outside For sympathy was never something you really ever tried Getting ready for the chill you don your coat Having suddenly gotten this little lump in your now empty throat Now on your way, walking out the front door Hoping you don't see that pathetic man any more But as you continue your walk back up South street There he is lying on a vent, crumpled up at you feet Casually walking past, trying to look the other way He looks up at you and say's, "sir, it is for your soul that I pray" But you didn't hear those words that he said For your too content and completely fed Having so little he has given you so much For life is so brittle without God's Touch