No Earthly Reward

Shaunmatthewcpoetry

No earthly reward  

We die on our righteous sword

Zack said cut the chord

Fuck an Oscar award

Politicians leave me bored

The poor can no longer afford

Still in a 15 year old Honda Accord 

That's angrily being floored

Greedy are so self-assured

Multiple houses abroad

Each country being easily toured

Possessions are like infestations

They eat at all the hearts and souls

Strive towards a more complex and redefined goal

Without chasing them you can finally become whole

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  • jarcher54

    Negative inspiration can be a flame beneath our boiling pot. Fine words, universal sentiment well uttered. Very natural, like the reader is sitting right there in the faded passenger seat of that Honda.



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