In a race to find fortune Leads to mistrust And misfortune That we could never Recover from -Kel Dayheart
Empty Handed
Nothing but dust In my pockets Gnawing in my stomach With no way To fix it all -Kel Dayheart
Minimum Wage
This raise seems like A demotion as All I see is me Losing the little I've gained -Kel Dayheart
Loss
His resolve dissolved In the face of such torment A state of duress Stifled by the privilege few Left no more than a peasant -Kel Dayheart
Greed
is an awful creature that gleams from a dark spot within all of us -Kel Dayheart
Materialistic
Greed breeds greed In a never-ending cycle Why would it ever stop? As no one sees the sin -Kel Dayheart
Gamble
I don't think I'd be Willing to bet On you It's a bad Deal A bad hand A bad roll I'd lose all I had But I'd be Hooked Without a hope Of a big pay-day -Kel Dayheart
In Poor Taste
He and I Have spent most of our time Among the beggars In debt For crimes that we Did not commit Our only crime Was to be born On the wrong side Of poor -Kel Dayheart
Pyrite
Fool's gold Is a fool's hope Before the truth is known Because the truth Will always find A way in the end Even if it crushes Hope -Kel Dayheart
Unsatisfied
Scrounging and saving Still isn't enough To save myself Never enough to have enough Always wanting more Not satisfied with the here and now -Kel Dayheart
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