Poetry

SONS OF GREED

By 22nd December 2012December 9th, 2019No Comments

Spend, spend, spend
You sons of greed
On the things that
You don’t need

Buy, buy, buy
No matter what
Forget the folk, who
May have not

Fill, fill, fill
Your house until
There’s only room for
Next year’s bill

Cry, cry, cry
A heartfelt wail
As closer to the
Edge you sail

Now, now, now
You always said
Not once did ‘how’
Come in your head

Bills, bills, bills
All urgent, need
Attention from
You sons of greed

Don Holmes

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