between rocketing dreams
and the lowest lines
so much is done
not to leave it behind
It's the dragon you feed,
the debt that comes due
was it worth the price
of ownership to you?
Hope slips away
as greed takes its place
it doesn't take long
to fall from His Grace
and when you look back
at your wreckage and ruin
you can't say that you
didn't know what was brewing
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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