Seated in front of my condo,saturated with thoughts of how I would make it up the food chain,driven by my hunger to succeed.

Palliatives stocked in my maw,enshrouded by my sense for taste,from the sight of the
Bluenoses who sell me out for less than 30piece of silver.
In my eyes everyone is a victim of the wrath of licentiousness the bitter reality of our covetousness.

An early call by the grim reaper thwarted hopes of senescence , the pain gets deeper with each sunrise, my tears, a wager to the Charon get you across the Styx,pray your allegiance with Hades may come smooth.
We grief for the cessation of your biological function but fondly consoled by your empyrean transition. See you in Elysium