Charity

The mire all about,
Choking all that lives,
Leaving all that dies,
To join the muck and grime.

Worthless little lout,
A wallet like a sieve,
Chokes all the friends who try,
To bring back better times.

A plague and cancer manifest,
So wrapped up in their ways,
Cannot forswear their habits,
Must seek out greater hosts.

And so to all the rest,
Just benefactors played,
In service to this money pit,
They share a bitter toast.