English, Poetry



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.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s