I hate comparison, greedy eyes holds
Such hunger, perpetually starving
Wanting and needing, green eye monster
I have seen the wickedness in man
For just by greed, of wanting more
To have brought down a nation
Corruptness of the soul
It even invades the holiest places
Of man made to hold our moral compass
But you see, my dear Watson
A conundrum of the coin rule
Springs to mind, coins and their two sides
For how does one set a bench mark
Without the assistant of what stands
To glorify, as heights reached to aspire
You see, Watson, I hate comparison
Where in lies, the claws to envy
Poking out from ten fingers, nails
Allowing greed to set up stool
In one's comfort "casa" with hate
Like cancerous cells, spreading fast
But never when, it stands as a light house
Navigating through the midnight fog
On, with my sailor captain's hut
Aye aye, to reach harbors, without shipwreck
Do not confuse my word, Watson
When indeed I say I hate comparison
Sherlock Holmes http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_(TV_series)
comparison does us little good you know, it robs us of our peace...and them of their goods
ReplyDeleteI like how you addressed this to "Watson" - a nice mood to it. Is this in reference to Sherlock Holmes? If so, how ironic that the writer here hates comparisons!
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