An Ode to the Pompous Soul

Sat, 05/25/2013 - 14:08 -- jovick7

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81503
United States
39° 1' 49.332" N, 108° 29' 13.0416" W

I know not of why they seek green:
to me it seems quite queer.
This yearn keeps many very lean.

While some seek to live with their leer,
some live without a home:
they have no graceful sheep to shear.

The poor are left alone to roam
all across the lost land.
Soon, all that will be left is loam.

Most show only the envy and
hate with egotism.
'Tis useless, like the weathered sand.

Greed and imperialism:
this is all they contain.
Downed are they with pessimism.

'Tis disease to those who were slain
by the strength of the rich.
It kills all of those who pertain.

How I wish I could put a stitch
into time for a day
of no worry, to show the world

That there is no possible way
to be happy and seen
as a force of the coming day.

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