Payola

Payola!  Payola !!  payola!!!

Greed the fungi of character
Present in every desire
But cultured in a temperate thought.
She would score a man's heart with the juice of her reward.

Fondling our insatiability
Driving us through the darkest alley of our willpower.

I fell once, unwillingly willingly,
Rose up to the juice in my mouth but never spat it out.
Corruption a delicious poison.

© Paulinus Ikeorah 2017