An abundance of self serving.
Yet...
Impoverished of thought and consciousness.
An abundance of things collecting dust.
Rusted morals and an assortment,
Of worthless stuff.
Yet...
Suffers from an impoverished,
Understanding to comprehend...
When deeds are done to please others,
To benefit them to get.
Another selfish,
Living in the midst of wealth.
And accustomed to it.
With experiences limited,
To beliefs they feed themselves to feast.
Impoverished is a life to live,
Leaving nothing to give or offer.
But a showboat loaded with pretense.
And impressive imitators,
Sipping on lies and snacking on deceptions!
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