(Hopefully) 1 Poem a week for 52 weeks |
| Greed So much we suffer from the sin of greed Every choice weighed as profit or loss A very few are rich, though most in need The poor man is considered only dross Suffering is very acceptable Whenever a fat bonus may be lost Because the only ones electable Will eventually count up the cost To disenfranchise the electorate Happy to accept the corporate cash Their bold lies becoming inveterate While all their workers are considered trash With far far more than one could ever spend The greedy contemplate our sorry end |