Hungry For Starvation

A Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet
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I see those people young and old building up a metal bank of money to build up their future of twenty-four karat gold to feed and clothe their young families but they run to the big round casino thinking they might get real lucky while throwing their money out the window They seek emancipation from a lifetime of hard work they are hungry for starvation You might win a hundred or a thousand but you will get greedy and try again just to lose it all in a pit of quick-sand and bury deep your stabbing conscience pain when you have nothing left you will beg and borrow so you can win back everything you lost but you will only fuel your growing sorrow to win back your earnings at any cost I see those people gamble their life away they must be hungry for starvation I see those people short and tall running fast to the big round casino where the bright blue lights fall and where the desperate working man goes to throw all his money out the door while his hungry family chew on sticky rice and sleep shivering on an ice-cold floor while he throws his hope on a six-sided dice They are hungry to get rich super-fast but they don't realise they are throwing their hard-earned money away they are hungry for starvation

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