Sordid
Little
Secrets
In a room where no one tells
Money
Greed
& Power
And a host of ugly smells
The object of possession
The tinsel and the town
The only joy you have
Is knocking people down
Huge hatreds boiling up
Underneath the skin
Don't know how to walk away
Don't know how to win
We can never stop
Being what we've done
Little demons scamper
In the light of the sun
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: C. Williams, Poetry, scary poems
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