greedy

A crippled man with a sound mind 

given a tittle a civil struggle 

A nickle is gold, people's kindness a greater 

harsh tone a missle 

hurting the poor man he's simply feeble 

to him the rotting apple is eddable 

known to the people a trash couse harsh words thier able 

thrown in this cold windy snow in the middle of the night 

through the low temperatures that slowly drops he drifts 

Tearing him apart stoping the beat of his heart 

a foe here to blow his life away 

but this he calls home in such a way 

bits and pieces of unwanted things what is useful he borrows 

this fellew is sick death blow is to fallow 

although no one will notice even the nieghbors whose windows he creeps 

lushing for the left overs they keep 

behind them he finds a comfort a bed stuffed with sheets of snow so deep 

they wont care, just another fly 

that goes under the ground an eternal sleep 

there mic chickens and happy meals they swallow 

dance under the tempo while watching family Tv shows 

and feeling sorrow for a millionare that lost a buck, a broken rainbow 

How can one think so low ? 

in missery, the poor man is wondering 

how cruel can one man be to watch another brother like he 

suffer in this icy frozen winter 

that man trully is greety 

and greety God hates, this poor man will trully be avenged