I must have more
To see my green disappear would disown my social form
I need to keep it green
Not yellow
Because It would make me lesser
I must keep my wealth
I don't care about my health
All I want is the money
And I'll do just fine
The more I have the more I am worth
The more I'm worth
The more I am known
You see my point now
I must stay rich
To keep that lying bitch
One does not simply keep the cash
I must bend the rules if I am to stay with all this cheese
I am for the big bucks only
I don't care for charity
My precious is my gold
Until I am old
There's nothing more beautiful
Than a bank filled to the top full of 6.14 inches of Benjamins
I will die with all my riches
Don't care if I don't save them from there leashes
These are my beer tickets
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The Seven Deadly Sins
PoetryI took on a challenge to write seven poems dealing with the seven deadly sins. However I can't say which is which. Hope you like it.
