You feed bottomless pits;
your nourishment seemingly
spills out from underneath.
You stretch yourself so thin;
we become insatiable beggars,
not satisfied with mere morsels.
You have control over us;
we always return for seconds,
craving more and more of you.
You get us to chase after your
forbidden fruit, oblivious to
how fruitless our pursuit is.
You are just a perversion,
a fantasy disguised as need;
sustainment is a fallacy.