Money questions hidden in cultures Instead of debates, we have the vultures They will overspend whatever their budget Destroy years hard work, their odour pungent
Often called users, epiphytes of highest order Those that cannot earn sufficient to quarter Or manage their own, so they use others Spending, unfettered, is their druthers
Cannot accept responsibility for damage Continue to feast on their host, they ravage Hollowing out from inside, funds they suction Weakening the structure for eventual destruction
And weakened, debates then start about savings Too late, funds gone, too late for the cravings Absent conversation, leaves a bad situation Long ago, train of debate left the station
What we have now is death and decay All caused by silence, as the vultures flay It will not be long until they seek a new host Just when their former home needs them most
So leave they will, to claw the next poor victim Removing their talons of love and devotion Moving on, leaving behind just carcasses Warm used bodies, mark of a narcissist