Feeding the Beast

Stub your toe and see what you get.
The miser watches, he flies ahead.
He keeps your purse in his greedy hands.
He holds your future, his power is grand.

The miser can throw you to the wolves,
If his mood is dark enough and bold.
He can take from you every dollar,
And he won’t listen, when you holler.

When living in the miser’s tent,
You scrimp and save to pay the rent.
When working for the miser’s pay,
It’s “do this now, or else” each day.

Not an easy place to be.
Not ideal, by any means.
My wife and I get by, at least,
So every day, I feed the beast.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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