Breath of fresh air,
break through the green mist
covet of invisible currency
Jealousy and want, it hangs in the corners
taint the minds of those who recieve
never to give
for it halts their thoughts
blocking kindness
defiling goodwill
For, what is a pixel number
amongst the mutual love
of friends, new or old
This sin
I see in every name
for all generosity given unto them
fades to be replaced...
by Greed.
Opinions are welcome.
Did it make you think?
I hope so.