The dark cancerous spot, lodged within the underbelly of success, oozing vile tendrils upon unsuspecting wretch,

Throbbing to a different miscreant beat, lacking charity, compassion or even a semblance of regret,

A singular seed devoid of caring, reason or any ability to fret, beyond the calculated chores of deception, manipulation and personal mind set,

The bloated, swelling abdomen of a collective ego, feeding upon the life blood of societies weak and vulnerable people,

Greed a sickness curable only by prevention, for cutting out the disease, emancipates the social body to the point of suicidal redemption.

Bruce Larson*Moore

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