I can't say what great beasts
lie under your chair, whence
relaxing for the unworked day.
I hear them growling and
snarling, like two large
fighting dogs in battle or play.
They wind snakelike claws up
wooden posts lying yellow
trails of rotting filth and mire.
Then retrieve my bills thank
me for the ride, scrunch their
nose and scorn me for the ire.
Greed and gluttony are keepers
of their play. Green eyed and
wanting not what is inside.
Beg you for possession, suck
til dehydration of your wealth
happiness and pride.
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