GREED SONG


Greed pushes me down the street, 
whispering its litany of cheap needs in my ear. 

But what am I hoping for here in this life
when I already have so much? 

I address the trees, but they refuse to answer, 
not knowing enough about dreams to even comment. 

Even the pigeons and squirrels are silent, 
assessing me as they do from the branches above.