Alone in the dark,
I hear something stir,
I turn to see what,
But see only blur.
It cannot be seen,
And rarely it’s heard,
Its piercing silence,
That makes your gut churn.
The knowledge of nothing,
The power of greed,
Disadvantage of riches,
This lesson they need.
They are our dark passenger,
The wealthy and rich.
No value of money,
They’re making me twitch.
They are given the world,
With unlimited chances,
But when they fuck up,
Just one more of my stanzas.
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