The Honey Pot

I am the honey pot Famous for the well brewed bittersweet content within my belly Like molten chocolate sweet, only more sumptuous Not that I’m a bragger – But many have come to me for an ounce of my content And I must say; it has them licking their fingers They can’t seem to have enough of me But before you judge me a drug – hard or soft; which I’m none It’s gospel my attraction is just as strong if not more Having colleagues at all ranks, my fan base is overwhelmingly high - Dozen power suits have shaken hands with me Lucrative business deals sealed in my presence Services are efficient under my order Law lenient at the mention of my name Findings less unraveling with me at the middle Lands change titles under my brokerage A few helping hands more willing at the sight of me Small favours too at this age seek me first My tentacles truly reach far and wide And lest you call me a blackmailer or worse a prey – I seek not, but sought after Hooked as a bait on my colleagues’ preying poles And cast into the stream of the less fortunate To the oceans of abundance Where their ever hungry greed is never filled They care less of my side effects That range from a sour reputation Law catching up if I don’t buy a way out for them To the recycled injustices from the days of their fathers Injustices that to date rock the social, political, economic arenas Bitter side aside– I still remain an allure To them it is survival of the fittest ©GraceM Composition