Avarice:


It was enough that she loved the part of him she knew[.]
—Leonard Gardner, Fat City

If only that were true.
If there’s one beer I want two.

If there’s two beers I want three.
If there’s three beers why not be beastly.

A dragon sleeps on its hills of gold
until its mass has grown too old.

Then it plunders ten banks per town
until a blithe smile replaces its frown.

Possession diminishes possessions
which in turn breeds fecund obsession.

Want and lust and greed have no end
except for one treasure: a friend.