To be fair, please know within this poet lies no greed br So how can she fairly access or put into art another mans evil need. br I suppose I observe greed on a daily basis, a seven deadly sin, br But never had demons drive me to win material things at my whim. br br So should I talk about others, who clearly have the dollars in their eyes? br No, I’d rather just be aware to keep a keen eye out for greed’s devils in disguise. br Because the only way it affects me is so minimal in kind. br They take my stuff, I shrug and say ok and leave that belonging behind. br br Material things do not matter, I must have lived this life before, br And been taught that lesson because it’s a mystery how I don’t care if I’m poor. br I’ve been focused all my life on anything but greed. br Take my crap if you want, then I’ll know you’re a snake I don’t need. br br I assigned myself to write about the seven deadly sins, br But man honestly when the greed came up, I had no clue where to begin. br So I’ll stop with what I know, Good Luck you greedy bastards, br I’ve seen you but don’t care, you have no idea what matters.