A fable lesson learned
After every immoral step I took
Something valuable I earned
As all the pages I have burned
Nothing I could undo...
When you hear the word cannibal
all you think of are immoral animals
Those who tear his own kin
apart, limb by limb.
Those who are consumed with the idea of gore
and once they have it, want more and more
When you witness the act of cannibalism
you think nothing of it, because it's an anomalism.
Because the more realistic example,
is us humans tearing each other into shambles
over vile words, wealth, and power.
Our foundations just run-down houses of lies we call a tower.
Then our leaders call these nocuous acts,
things that help our nation stay intact.
Our society is filled with immoral obsession,
hidden by smiles and good looks called deception.
She enters the room
A notorious hornblower
Preening to no one
Dress out of fashion
But the flesh is current
It seems cleavage
Is today's calling card
The bottom line
Is flanked by dimples
And other non-essentials
Her lonely livid *****
But the sign outside
Claims no vacancy
Don't give in to the hype
She's nothing special
Go home to your wife
And learn to give
More often than you get
Do you see your purpose as accumulation of wealth?
Do you make such things your social standings health?
Is it what drives you and gives you all your worth?
Is it what you were told gave purpose so shortly after birth?
Do you live each moment trying to add another buck?
Were you taught when very young you cant rely on luck?
Do you seek more property to add comfort to your plight?
Do you check the market for profits won throughout the night?
Do you count and tally all the notes that you can hold?
Do you calculate all you've traded, paid for, bought or sold?
Do you know the faces on every type of bill?
Is the pile getting ever higher and climbing higher still?
Do you make money from the lowly when they are forced to fight?
Do you really call this purpose and see it as your right?
Is your life for paper with a slogan proclaiming "In God We Trust"
I'm not alone in praying, one day God will send you bust.
Money makes the world go round.... and square.... or triangle.... if you pile it high enough you can make any shape you want.
Here is where it finally comes unglued
Darkness of our souls take control
Hear the words you're throwing my way
I have none of my own to console
Today could be our final meeting
Very last blow we each land
Just don't know how to try any longer
Do not expect you to understand
Confusion splayed across your face
Am I supposed to explain?
What do I say to make you comprehend?
Or are my efforts in vain?
I exhaust myself running laps
Trails encircling your decided disease
In front of you is a detailed map
You choose to stay down on your knees
Your heart has chilled to the core
Steps stolen, immoral, and misdirected
Lights inside eyes don't shine anymore
I have nothing but memories collected
I miss the sparkle you used to get in your eye when passionate about something
you are a lab rat,
dancing in their labs,
through you they *** to conclusions.
You turn them from ***** to holy,
Every morning they turn saint.
It's sad how you have turned a naked god,
Cleaning possessed men.
Immoral lab experiments
Men are tresh.
How can you enjoy playing that PlayStation 4?
You stole it from Best Buy, it's not yours.
That PS4 doesn't rightfully belong to you.
Stealing it was lousy and a criminal thing to do.
You sit there and play it and you feel no shame.
How can you get pleasure from playing that game?
I hate to be a snitch, but I'm going to turn you in.
If you go to jail, maybe you won't steal again.
EVEN THOUGH THIS POEM IS FICTIONAL, IT IS IMMORAL TO STEAL.