How depressing...
My desires -
all for nought, but
still only for servile,
personal pleasure.
I surely acknowledge how
green depictions of
dead men are tools of my greed.
Greed of wanting more,
but in turn causes loss.

And how stupid...
To be aware of my own lacking generosity,
and yet I'm still parked, still
in my expensive clothes,
in my expensive car,
too afraid, to fill its empty tank-

to fill its emptiness.