Well,
i happen,
to be a beast.
Twas,
I indeed,
who constantly feeds.
Who,
seeks to consume,
everything he sees.
Such,
shall forever be,
me.
Capital,
gold.
Kicking,
old folks,
out of homes.
Such,
is simply,
how I roll.
Systemically,
a dollar hunting,
machine.
A,
being which shall never be,
satisfied.
Never,
truly be free.
For,
in actuality,
I hate me.
I,
hate feeding.
Constantly,
consuming.
But,
such is what I'm,
always doing.
Be I,
able to stop it?
No.
Be I,
wanting to?
Yes.
But,
be I,
simply a beast,
I guess...
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