Greed
by Joules Z.
(when very young)
January 5, 2001

Such tragedy 
of having to see 
the way folks can be.

That people crave
getting to the grave
for it's themselves they suppress to save.

While their careless crises
fails to entice us
as they focus on selfish atrocity
and make themselves bleed
accelerating their masochistic velocity
because of their anthropocentric greed
that can lead
all the others to drop to their knees
and just plead
that this miser gets fleas.

Since the jerk takes it all for granted.
"I hate it all, but want more!" he cried as he chanted.
While wishing misery to anything and anyone.
Under our living, our dying sun.

Ant then came a day
when he wanted his way.
Again he invaded a new village to plunder
His mission being to instal his corporate slaughterhouse.
"Why would he do this?" everyone wondered.
It was to fulfill his lousy agenda of being a louse.

So the town's last forest was cut down
causing the conscious people with a cause to just frown.

He implemented a large rectangular cage.
With barbed wire afixed to 30 foot walls.
All that promoted local uproar and rage,
and had people begging to butcher his balls.

Pure profit efficiency being his goal,
the chauvinist pig that he was
packed pigs into the building to supplement his cause
because of his heartless and angry soul

He shoved each pig into a coffin size stall.
The local free range farmers didn't like this, they cried.
Since quantity superseded quality and prevent any comfort for the animal.
Along with the small family farm business that died.

Then upheaval went ballistic
as all time suffering levels rose.
As this guy got sadistic,
the towns spirit reached all time lows.

His scheming lies seemed to get him his deals
while he hurt all those he could use.
This ended up starving folks of their meals 
in competing against him, they'de only lose.

And then one day he was managing his meat market.
The dried blood on his red handed hands turned to scabs,
as he pushed the piglets toward their death target, 
he couldn't keep up to clean up pools of piss saturated rags.

He shoved them with those bear claw bare hands right into the mincer,
as they struggled and squealed and got sucked right in.
Until one of his potential pork chop bacon blocks felt bitter.
One little piggy determined not going to the market, smirked with a grin.

She clamped her teeth tight down into his arm.
He then stumbled and squirmed and drunkenly fought.
He even tried his manipulative charm in his factory farm.
But beyond all the begging, he was still surly caught.

As the conveyor belt pulled him along forward toward his destiny, so enticing.
He got flipped flat in front of the hog with no more control.
The meat grinder just kept on slicing and dicing,
with no sense of remorse for his selfish soul.

So this guy got processed through his own system,
since his lack of wisdom turned him to calamity.
A bittersweet lesson too late to come upon him,
though his record of fate never considered tragedy.