The bottomless greed alive in your chordate
Drives home a shiny bait that lies in wait.
Your talons unsheathed out of fecal matter
To hook the short fuse, your flappy fatal flatter.
You have a problem; it’s the avarice of the ruse
That has your name everywhere on the news
Now, you are here, printed with palpable lethargy
That sipped thru the door to sap your energy
It has doddered on the edge of your fledging insanity
Doggedly, it meandered unbridled paths to your instability
Liability always has the ability to tether to empty vanity
Then to reveal a sleazy slime and pain trailing to eternity.