BOGART'S

Penurious society with a voracious appetite,

Circling around the bursa with poignant delight.

Continual disparaging to supplicate the will,

A community seized with an ingenious skill.

Many lie lackadaisically around the power source,

With such a ferocity it knocks me off my course.

Reality is esoteric in an debilitating way,

With connotations echoing the nothing words they say.

To think of the auspicious greed they value new,

When they lose the winnings that they fodder through.