Pollution! Assuming perennial to be okay
As a result of high costs paying for decay,
You name it? It's there to ruthless tarnish
Yet guising in the form of Objects of lavish,
As Hedonistic syndrome ‘see' vigor decrease
Though labor which pays along to increase,
Left not even nature's oxygen oddly to buy
As purging sweat money losing morals die,
It's pity; all mundane ‘acts' turned fortunes
Making natural acts to live as comic banes.
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