I expire when I float foolishness for hire
Deleting from my home goodwill
Expecting emptiness others to inspire
Thereby selling packs and sacks of a deadly deal.
I expire when I set my home on fire
Behaving as though world revolves around my pride
Producing pitiful performance that won't expire
As long as I embark on a risible ride.
I expire when I give vent to my ire
Expecting world on its knees to plead
For the purification of my drums of desire
Which neither values nor virtues need.
I expire when for crumbs I perspire
Floating frailties gone toxic
Shortening breath as if virtues impertinence admire
Until a soothsayer civilizes and tenderizes my tunic.
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