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"greedier" poems
As we climb great heights we forget the grounds below. Much like mountainclimbers, people earning more money than their friends tend to be greedier, selfish, ignorant and egotistical. CEOs, for example, tend to forget those on foodstamps. In fact, their salaries are 484 times that of the average worker. Helloooo 20 vacation homes! Inequality is rising in this country at an alarming rate. The top 1% owns about 80% of the wealth in our country. What can I say? Those few mountainclimbers can't even look past their noses.
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Inequality
It is not the world that is unfair, but the people are. The more power they gain, the greedier they become. Justice, seems to be just a word. If only this life were a movie where the heroes would win and the villains would lose within 2 hours.
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
Injustice
I am greedy, Greedier than greed, Motive lies, Behind each deed, All I do, That motivation, Is to, Receive, One thing, It's behind, My being, My smile, My hello, All my well wishes, It's all that I know, It's my worth, To me, It's first, More than gold, It cannot be, Bought, Stolen, Or sold, It is very rarely, As it seems, And when it's not, It plagues me, It's my own, Heart disease, I do not disagree, I deserve this, With all my greed.
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Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 6:36 PM UTC
Greedy as I.
your greedy hands are no greedier than mine, as your fingers travel past my waistline, thinking that i’m about to waste my time on a man like you, “too good to be true,” kinda borrowed, about to be blue. my greedy hands will clench, as i lean closer on that bench, ignoring your disgusting cigarette stench. “i’ll break your ******* jawline if your hands don’t leave my waistline,” and you didn’t waste time running away.
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Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 3:40 AM UTC
run
You're ******* on oysters I guess I've been opening them for you for a long while now But you're getting greedier and greedier You're not waiting for my cold white hands To crack open the oyster shells So you leave me there With aching and bleeding hands And you crawl deeper and deeper into the ocean Until you disappear from my eyes And it's not you who's eating the oysters It's the ocean that ferociously swallows you
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
Seafood
My dear, it rained last night And I remember The alleviated rise into Lush sobs and lavish emotions The way your dilatation relieves Every worry and anxiety But sometimes when we speak A violent lie radiates And last night you were naught But an alienated virile sot A view unholy I omit I remember the tin roses on the tiles Devastated, shattered. Sometimes you hum Your hands delicately miming secret memos And I can see it in your eyes Irises shining like teal devils And the music carries you White with adrenaline, pupils likes violists Headwaiters lie, strumming tin violins Their  alienated visions wilted with passion I see the way she cleverly conceals Lies as vows to you A veil called "us" she puts on "me" And I call for mutiny But youth is vim, vim is now, and now is lies Every hug from you is just a violet whim In noisy rooms My vision is misty My aura dies little, Oh if only you could realize your reign You’re the master, the ringleader But you’re lazy; you work without zeal, you’re idle and lazy Eyes glazed, agile hands getting greedier Have you ever seen A dearer lion? He roared, the lonesome rider Alone, an alien. Well sometimes you lie And I dare to become An oral denier My radar detects one lie, Then two... You become red Redder than a ****** lion's ear Adieu, you say, with a gently undefined lilt My tears speak more reality than your words
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Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
It's A Simple Melody
WELCOME To planet earth; Abode of the free willed Of men whom **** land of the cursed. GREETING'S From planet technology; Wherein mankind's forgotten themselves They loveth ****** horror, dreary scene's, noone else. BONJOUR A message to anyone who seeith; A concoction of disaster, nuclear bomb's; Gang's, mob's, political master's. CHAÍRETE Cometh on in, greedy men Get greedier; Ninety-nine percent, just one left to plot and grin. KUMUSTA Don't forget to view ourn land; Stolen, controlled, ruined, hellion in Armani suit's; Turneth river's into poison, mountain's into sand. HOLA No need to rescue us No time left, were doomed with demonic consent This purgatory long ago, left God in the dust. HELLO Art thou ready for the end soon; As angel's of wrath art to release the bowl's Of prediction's long ago, oh head filled up to much? No room. WELCOME TO PLANET EARTH A PLACE OF SIN; STITCHED IN AT BIRTH........... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
ברוכים הבאים לכדור הארץ ( WELCOME TO PLANET EARTH) hebrew tongue
Looking at my nation makes me wanna cry, Whatever happened to so called freedom and independence you guys? But citizens are getting greedier and demanding, Expected to be handed money just cause of circumstances they can't control, If I sat in my house all day, Nothing would get done at all, And just cause you don't have a job doesn't mean the government should reach into my pockets and TAKE! TAKE! TAKE! That isn't their job! But you expect it to be, So you'll vote and vote and vote, For Robin Hoods and supposed heroes that don't get much done, But spend and spend and spend, Because we all deserve equalness… But don't you get it, We are never equal, God didn't make us equal and for life to be fair, And no, I didn't say a flaming big explosion created us all to evolve, Please, lets stop that hopeless dream, Like, I'm the minority for sure without a voice, But back in 1958 it wouldn't have been my choice to remove my child from my womb, Yet it's a sad, sad, sad world, getting worse every day, I'm tired of not being heard my words and being called ignorant, For I'm a well informed voter, shouting off some concerns of my own, Don't I have the **** right as everyone else to be heard? But there's no point if I'm not listened to, right? If this type is never read, Then my thoughts forever are dead, Please don't take away my rights, to believe what I've always believed.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 10:08 AM UTC
Election...yeah I know you all are tired of it
I’m lying awake In my thoughts contractions You are the weapon That will eventually slaughter me Because you’re stronger than I Yeah, you’re the only one Who can nail me to my bed Without using any nails And even though I’m greedier than you You’re still my Judas When you whisper in my ear Your yellow pupils radiating heat like the sun Threatening to turn me into ashes before I die My mother always said one could turn blind by staring into the sun Is it the truth? I defy her advice For a moment the sun in your eyes belong with the ocean in mine You gave me an answer to my question So Let me turn the water in your body into wine I am thirsty Let me enjoy one last supper Surrounded by white sheets covering just as much as a loincloth would Let me show you that Paradise is real And take you there Let me enjoy one last sin Before I sacrifice myself on my oakwood bed Your hands make me feel resurrected Let me hope for salvation
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Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
Salvation
It's a bit like slamming on the brakes when all you have is what life takes and the winding down begins. These are the stakes and the fixed odds chance so you dance off down the road to dreams that fall at the final jump and you pump yourself back up and get back down to it. Easier to slit your throat or cut your wrists than scroll down all the losers, winners that you missed, the list is long, your time is short, getting caught out, being bought and sold out to the highest bidder who only ever wants to get rid of and you who should have known the breakdown was on the way say nothing when you could have rattled off some encyclopaedia. Spilled the beans on social media but you were always greedier than Bunter and now the hunter is the hunted, slammed the brakes on, shunted from behind to find that life is and can be that unkind. Its a never mind and I don't care, never wanted to be here and never ever there but it stares me in the face when I look at these things, place your bets and let's get real we've set the wheels in motion now they'll spin we'll win or lose and then somehow we'll come into our own, become the happiness in the happy home or slam the brakes on when this life's gone and that takes no time at all.
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
Red bus poetry
Secrets and lies, ruining our lives Piercing the spirit like daggers and knives. Secrecies applied, the darkness they hide Mouthpiece the media They’re getting greedier they’re getting greedier. Feed them some fear, they’ll feel unsafe Carefully planned leave nothing to waste. The secret plan Of terroism is working. They’re heavy, confused, their spirits are hurting. A drop in their food, a drop in their drink. Then put on the news, tell them what to think. We’re reaching our goal controlling the blind. Destroying their souls, controlling their mind
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
Secrets and Lies
I wish I could behave more so as trees do; or for that matter, as a tree does. Be seen for my youth, before growing larger than life; shading the proud while protecting the ones who cannot protect themselves from the elements. See my leaves in all their beauty as they blow in the wind See them change colors while everyone around admired their beauty See them fall, and rejoice in how i remain without cover; then when assumed dead, see them reborn again. Repeating this process, I would, while remaining effortlessly still. It would look as though I was doing nothing, yet I would be providing everything. Maybe I would bare fruit, or maybe I wouldn't. To me it would never matter. Giving back would be enough. And one day, when someone greedier than I would take from me the things I love they would count my rings and see the illustrious, long, life i had lived. My remains would be turned into millions of sheets of paper, and people would write beautiful poetry on me expressing the inner workings of their souls.
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Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
As Trees Do
It’s not enough to make believe And after all is really frustrating Not feeling the way I do But here we go: I never felt no trace of pity when she died No hate no nothing for this sad news from a stranger All I remember is that I was unemployed Not able to find a **** job for a long time So she offered me a place to sleep And the daily bred as a reward for my hand labor Carried out all day long near his house It was the kind of slavery of which The most stupid animals can be horrified But I did it Yes sir I did it out of pity for her solitude sickness and despair After a while I even hated her hobby to collect nothing but things This car this house this garden of paranoid miracles All sold in loss after her burial to some gipsy lover Who was actually greedier than she ever dreamed I also remember she cursed me when I left her place ”You ******* she said ”You will never be able to find a home of your own” ”You may rot in hell working for strangers!” ”It’s ok” I said ”You never felt anything more delusional of me” ”But if strangers would feel that way” I said ”At least they will pay me big time for my trouble” So I was far away in the land of Nowhere when she died And I knew that for me she was gone long time before When I didn’t felt no pity no hate no trace of any sadness When I decided to leave the house of my sister Which was not my home anymore When I felt my real sister was gone far away And anywhere else in the world
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
Things are Sold in Loss to Despair
*well hello hello big man you're looking quite suave i must say your almost palpable gloss is off the fat of the land i suppose you could say you're the leader of the band but you choose not to; you're far too smart for obvious moves understandably, it's been goodbye to all that stuff from years ago they suffer densely and in perpetuity who wait for providence is your guiding principle; so the quicker, the greedier, the better!*
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
well hello
The rich get greedier The poor ones expire No more hopeless romantic poets To maketh a muse of his attire For what's required? To loose thy world And gain thy truest love? Thou must let go of pride Be humbled To mi amour mode!!!!!
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
Mi amour' mode
Through blurry tear-filled eyes I watched hungry flames devour your home consuming what you once knew growing larger and greedier with every gasping breath you took I watched furious fumes fill the night sky and angry black smoke pour out your now shattered windows I watched red and blue lights surround the scene hoses uncoiling men in suits disappearing into the smoke I watched in slow motion as they carried your blackened body out You remained limp and lifeless under their desperate attempts to jumpstart your heart Were you gone at that point? Were you fighting inside? I lost my breath watching them force air into your lungs hoping maybe you’d take mine hoping maybe you’d be fine My hands shook, my heart raced waiting for you to open your eyes but they scurried you away to your last speedy ride Standing in silence listening to sirens fade away I prayed to the Lord to keep you alive, I prayed for your family, your friends, and your bride, I prayed you’d find heaven I prayed as I cried knowing already that I’d watched you die
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 9:24 PM UTC
That night
Keep sipping your ginger tea Stare me down From the soft blue cushion On your corner of the bed Feast On my soft naked skin With your eyes That appear a little darker these days A little hungrier Greedier Insatiable Much like my thirst when I see you With my back pressed into the cold brick wall I speak softly Telling you that I won't open These parts for you anymore Until my doors crack Creek Just slightly open And you march in Reach in Deeper Deeper I dread your destructive ways I crave them too All while hoping Maybe When you're finished demolishing my walls You'll build a little home Just big enough Sweet enough For the 2 of us So again And again I allow myself to crumble At your boots. But last night I wasn't just unsteady You took my whole foundation away Ripped it Straight from under my feet Before walking out While I still had no legs And I lay a mess on the floor But don't worry, It's okay They grew back And I built another home While I slept And dreamt of you Staying
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
Stay?