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    GREED: A CAUTIONARY TALE

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    His body was a temple
    His mouth an open door
    He’d cleared away internal walls
    So he could fit in more
    He took whatever took his whim
    Then took much more than that
    Blinded by entitlement
    He’d fill another vat
    By grabbing with both swollen hands
    From others’ half-filled bowls
    Spoonfuls from near-starving mouths

    [Then drilled their spoons with holes]

    ‘Mine!’ he’d belch with open mouth,
    ‘and that and that and that
    and give me those and hand me them
    and drench that one in fat’
    And when he’d taken all of it
    He started on his clothes
    But still his greed refused to quit
    So he gobbled up his toes
    He ate his legs, his bum, his belly
    He ate his arms, he ate his chest
    He ate his face, his cranial jelly
    His teeth, his tongue and all that’s left…

    …is nothing.

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