ABOUT THE POEM: “bfkkty – Greed” is a meditation on personal worth, rejection, and the fundamental role of greed in human interaction. The poem speculates on a world stripped of money, suggesting that transactional behavior would simply shift form. It contrasts the narrator's authentic, original character with the shallowness of others, culminating in a striking cosmic metaphor: the two individuals, despite the vast distance, are destined to merge like two black holes when stripped of the corruption of greed and illusion.Let’s think along with the whole world:
What if one day your bank balance becomes equal to mine-
which is nil?
What if greed loses its influence
on your mind, and your intent grows still?
Perhaps then you would remember me.
Maybe only then would you realize that I exist.
I am not stupid, sick, or ill.
If you compare the world with me-
all the people you love and care for,
and all the people you shared yourself with-
among all those nice people in your life,
I reckon you’d find there’s something you took from me
but never gave.
And all of them combined can’t match me.
A sense of distance, and the natural progression of life,
where people you once knew closely move on
and become part of different stories.
Find and bring them as well.
But I am not a crackhead.
I am original.
I have character.
And if you are also like me-
as I know you are, somewhat-
then like two black holes,
even if they are across the universe,
we would merge one day.
I am sure you’ll make it.
What’s one of the oldest business in the world, btw?
“Take my pussy in lieu of something to eat.”
On that note, if there were no money in this world,
there would be something else to repeat.
But without greed,
there would be no business to cheat.
So first came the business from the whore,
then politics, and after that
all those people combined created a god.
But just in case we had to meet-
and for that, in today’s world, there must be no greed-
then imagine: how would we greet?
Not a single leaf moves.
There is no wind.
Everything is still as a picture-
like the persistence of time.
And tiny raindrops fall.
I see you coming from afar.
Inferiority complex has no limits, just like confidence.
And for the moment, nothing seems real.
I waste my time writing this nonsense,
as I know you never loved me.
You think my love for you is secondhand
because you love someone else.
