Driven - 'Cold Cash' Poem by J. Edward Armstrong

Driven - 'Cold Cash'



Driven by greed, needing more always more
An insatiable hunger, for something not your's

A black hearted lust, a soul of a whore
Memories so precious, kicked out the door

Shock how the karma, does even the score
So peaceful at rest, one disturbs nevermore

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J. Edward Armstrong

J. Edward Armstrong

Chincoteague Island, Va.
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