Greed
The big problem today
That lies in the self
Is the compulsive need for more
Even in bad health
It's become characteristic
In everyone's? souls
The chaotic search for more
Seems everyone's goal
It drives our workforce
Everyone's fingers to the Bone
And all the while working
We carry on as a clone
People hate what they do
But don't really care
The way things are happening
Is anything but rare
To spell it out
The problem is greed
We ride this high horse
Our faithful trusty steed
And so we carry on
Till the day that we die
We can't escape greed
The problem is inside
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