I put forth now, before you

an equation

A key leading, perhaps

to your salvation

Greed, in all it’s varied forms

creates unbalance that will not be borne

More…….always more!”, this cry we heed

struggling desperately for what

we do not need

Firmly, in it’s demonic grip

corruption inevitably follows it

We take, and take

far beyond reason

Filling phantom holes with possessions

that carry no meaning

Such possessions, it must be understood

do not make one better

they make one much worse

Now you know truly, this demon’s name

will you cast it out?

Endure more of the same?

Free will, inviolate, ensures

the choice is now, and has always been, yours.