... life ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ...

love greed

keep your wits about you
bob and weave, bob and weave
avarice is sprung from an acorn,
a kernel, one red cent.

love is a treacherous thing

flinging yourself into the
arms of another stingy sod

tread lightly dear

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