© Jaimey Perham 07/28/2011

Old as time, a fractal pattern like a repeating rhyme

One of the holy bible’s seven deadly sins,

A selfish trait where rich or poor don’t win

Humanities greed grows wild in the willow and weeds

A place in the dark soul, where the compassion was once whole

And the masses swarm to the queen bee hive acting like ravenousness trolls

The capital vices on the hill shine brighter than a congress bill

National debt tweaked as the cardinal sins are leaked

And the hard working honest men are left to pounder and seek

When compromise is needed, instead land mine fields are seeded

The health of the nation sacrificed as the broken train goes to the next station

And on and on go the talking heads, when you just want to go to bed

You can blame the day trader, you can blame his decisions

You can blame the politician, you can blame his religion

But the one to really blame when you feel all that shame

Is the person opposite your eyes view, and that person is you!