Listen.
You're greedy.
You've been exhausting supplies.
And to keep what you need in inventory,
Is an expense.
You can,
If you wish...
Keep your desires to be fed cheaply,
A delusioned fantasy.
But the reality is this...
You've got to pay.
At least 'something' on what has been borrowed.
These debts can no longer be paid,
By threats!
As you continue to feast!
Listen.
You're greedy.
You've been exhausting supplies.
And to keep what you need in inventory,
Is an expense you refuse to comprehend.
Well comprehend this,
Regardless of your feeling offended.
The festival has ended.
To you your threats may make sense.
However...
What is needed is less of your greed to feed.
And more of your co-operation.
Or whatever you believe you need...
Will leave you mind quicker,
Than another perception of yours to dramatize!
With or without,
Your eyes opened wide.
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