Greed Poem

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Greed The distant symphony of cries, carefully composed as to create a cascade of cheers, perfectly assorted to last no longer than a second between each set of cries. I too understood the feeling of necessity in the people, to whom the cries belonged. They were the sound of relief, relief of fear and excitement which had been built up waiting anxiously in lines (which remained inexcusably long). Suddenly I felt the heat, the sun beating down on my shoulders and neck, similar to how it was as a child. Consequently, I regretted not using the necessity known as sunscreen, which everyone else knew well not to forget, as the smell of sunscreen lingered, tropical, fruity, and with a hint of cancer. The only noticeable difference was the addition …show more content…

Thinking back, I had been frightened and thrilled at the same time. Growing up, I was always in a rush to do it, I just hadn’t realized the cost at which it came. Even after I had been tall enough to ride the “big kid rides” the amount of times I had actually gone ahead with riding them could be counted by the fingers in my hand. Because of the minimal amount of rides (which I would actually ride), I remember doing more with my tiny hands at Great America than anything else. I would play basketball, participate in those rigged arcade games (I would always win because my Dad would help me), but most importantly I would eat. Anything cold had my name on it, especially ice cream. Due to the constant intensity of the heat at Great America, having ice cream was a heavenly delight which cooled my inner shell creating the perfect environment for relaxation. What made devouring the ice cream complete bliss would be the eyes, which my Father viewed me with, admiration, love, and pleasure to see me happy. Was it possible for it all to change? I hadn’t put much thought in happy times passing, but like most things it wouldn’t …show more content…

The initial realization came from the purchase of a single ticket. Originally reasonably overpriced starting at $45 online, it had turned out it was much more which sort of made me laugh (thinking of those false advertisements on tv). At first I wasn’t too phased, until I noticed someone purchase a fast lane pass. I had always loved waiting in lines talking to friends, cousins or even meeting new people in line. It seemed to be almost like a tradition to discuss different topics further increasing the bond in my relationships with others. How could they try and profit off the destruction of the experience? To be honest, I wasn’t mad, I was just consumed with disgust at what they were trying to accomplish. Moreover, the price of food was highly unrealistic. I personally could think of an infinite amount of things I would prefer to pay for instead of a $15 chicken with the consistency of an indigestible chalk slate and unwanted addition fries which resemble stale twigs. Despite having the ability to pay, I was unwilling to do so, since it was like having the option of getting mugged. As a result, I prefered to starve myself than to give in. However, as I went on the pirate ship, my hunger ruined my experience from the crushing blow I received from the harness every time it did a full circle. Is material gain so important to just ruin the experience of the customer, or

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