Poetry

Bloated

Bloated is this man
Who sits in his throne
Stuffed with power
Like a dog with a bone
Bloated and fat
With his greed
This suited fat cat
sews his seed

Bloated with wealth
Beyond his means
His bank account
Beyond belief
Bloated with gluttony
This filthy man
Pretending he cares
Doing all he can

Bloated he may be
But his time will come
Karma will work its way
And do what’s to be done
Bloated no more will he be then
Ravenous and hungry
Like the rest of us are
Struggling to make ends meet
Only dreams left of reaching those stars

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Darren Greenidge

I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life. I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones. Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible. My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love. I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''

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