Our Respective Vices

Go rob a bank, if you'd like,
Cheat somebody, gamble,
Invest, whatever it takes to
Provide you with money,
The central concern of your
Life. You ought to go now,
And take everyone with you,
As I'm craving solitude.
You covet wealth, which
Means little to me, but I
Am truly greedy for time.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-04-14 at 21:34

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