(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

A Manipulative Production

Depending on things,
With a limited purpose
To please and feed a mind teased.
And eventually exchanged,
To open the way to obtain more things.
Is not a life lived.
But a manipulative production,
That keeps the greedy fed.

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With words that wed They eat upon the simplicity For if it can be done, it is Like a moment cherished that was never yours You become one of the scourge. Emotions twist and turn Alliances are forged With a thought swallowed You are the man of the hollow. Lol, another great poem man, you just keep pumping them out...