Hankering for wonder,
there exists this hollow hunger
for which you gorge
on the tasty orgy of Technicolor jewels
adorning whores,
glittering whats it galores –
that will absolutely astound you.
Confounding you with their Faberge beauty,
clutching their blood diamond crucifix of duty,
praying to the atmosphere for money
no sense of the gaseous fury of unchecked balance
tipping closer toward unsustainable violence
stretching over seas and digging into deserts
a demon driving, dark deeds guiding
the greed and the false need
for more.
