All Costs, Without Any Of The Blame

Guilty pleasures we long to touch Burning our fingers on aching calves When strawberries are just out of hands clutch Every last brimming empty moment fills our epitaphs. Greed's root, a palmed hand turned face down Always takes what it cannot absorb- All cost, without any of the blame. Desire is a sin. But today, there's scarcely any stigma or shame Or burden to add, place in our heart or soul Happily, we're branded by burning coal When strawberries are just out of hands clutch Free we won't be, selectively judged. ............. Guilty, are the pleasures longed to touch Burning our fingers on aching calves When strawberries are just out of the hands clutch. Every last empty moment fills our epitaphs Greed's root a palmed hand turned face down Always takes what it cannot absorb, All costs, without any of the blame. Desire is a sin. But today, there's scarcely any stigma of shame.