Greed sneaks indoors
through
Open windows of intelligence.
Body and mind
sing to the tune of stealthy operation.
Rob, loot, sob
Sue the looted, booty secured in possession.
Hidden in a maze,
under a phase of intoxication. Marauding manoeuvre;
hysterical
Slick operations.
I am very fond of the way you shape your poetry- not sure if you noticed, but I am also bent in that direction- I love the poetry I write to look 'pretty' :-)
Ah, white collar crimes for the love of money...
very powerful
!!!
your line: "GREED SNEAKS INDOORS
THROUGH OPEN WINDOWS OF INTELLIGENCE"