Breeds Of Greed Indeed Poem by John Sensele

One of my whims is that those feelings of infatuation
So persistent should die a draconian death
A death so sudden it cleanses the situation
In limpid waters till the return of mind health

Mind health and wealth for the heart to beat
At the right pace, pulse of which beats in tune
With the circadian cycle for my wit and tweet
To decrease the delectation distance when I croon

Day and night, playing and laying the foundation
On which I build shields of a brand new tomorrow
Laughing, laughing and laughing at the innovation
In my circles of love when love I no longer borrow

From hearts that can't feel, hearts of marble
Cold marble from stables so putrid
They emit and remit puke in the garble
Where once and for all death stalks breeds of greed.