Fragments

"A mean and greedy deed, indeed.
He would not heed the leader's lead.
You plant the seed, then weed the weeds,
So growth with speed can feed our need.
It is decreed. All are agreed.
A child could read the simple creed.

But he is of a hackneyed breed.
A knock-kneed weakling weasel. We'd
plead like feeble reeds, while he'd
proceed unyielding, guaranteed,
and freed in his mind to recede.
He would not heed the leader's lead.
A mean and greedy deed, indeed."

Tags: proximal humanity

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