When did you become so greedy,
You piece of flesh and bones?
You’re nothing but an alchemist too needy
In search of non-existent stones.
Too proud to greet me on the street,
What am I – a forgotten friend, another foe?
I wonder if your heart still skips a beat;
Cut open, maybe only ruins will show.
I’m guessing here’s a word you’re not aware of: love.
A schematic mind is only full of monetary thoughts.
But if it suits you, that should be enough.
What’s another empty soul? Another Porsche to be bought.