When one's cup fills to the brim...
With a spilling over that begins.
Would it be advantageous,
To secure another cup?
Or should a sacrifice,
That has been satisfied...
Be enough,
For one bitten by drive...
And ambition.
Or...
Does a success achieved,
Begin to breed the feeding...
Of an unstoppable greed.
Only one familiar with the taste of poverty,
Can truthfully say...
What sustains a need,
To maintain a craving done selfishly!
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