Human Greed
It drips all over,
dense, smelly and fetid,
it pours out from my each pore,
neither can I see it physically,
nor can you see it along,
it smears on my body parts,
and has the origin in my soul,
it makes me run,
and often go over board,
do you know what it is,
nothing but human greed.
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