Like a wounded animal she licks her paw,
Casting a wary eye upon them all;
They who mock at her fall from grace,
All who have witnessed her loss of face.
She snaps at those who reach out to her,
Her rationality is gone; a shattered picture.
Nothing makes sense to her at this point in time.
Pennies for her thoughts, rarely worth a tenth of a dime.
Charging at the red-bearing matador,
She heads for certain doom before
Prudence could ever get to her.
She's always been part of the fixture.
Collapsing from exhaustion on the ground;
She foams, her glassy eyes, her breath a weak wheezing sound.
Defeated by the master of her destiny,
She grudgingly acknowledges her nemesis - Greed.
