Pointless monologues that's what they are merely pointless monologues because Ignorance walks in many forms Wealth struts down the lane in his cashmere coat swaggering of his fortune and wine, with Poverty begging at his feet licking dirt from his boots Greed sits behind the mahogany desk strewn with cash and bank checks, profit from robbery while Gratitude meekly sweeps his floors picking at his crumbs Cruelty laughs in the face of death shooting the stars with collosal bazookas when Mercy cries for justice with a broken arm in one hand Pointless monologues, that's what they are, just pointless monologues p/s: sorry, Zah. I was inspired by your blog title.