he looks in through the wooden frame

the broken window as it hangs

with shards of glass it bears like teeth

poised to pounce on whom it feeds

the man consumed by greedy whims

sees his glory deep within

tips his hat to the gruesome smile

in hopes that he can reconcile

emerges cut and bleeding through

stains upon his three piece suit

it doesnt matter either way

to him his life is price to pay

for money power glory fame

he looks in through the wooden frame