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Gold Bites the Dust
© November 10, 2008, Roy Stucky

A youth of frustration becomes good old days
As progress drops deeper inside of the maze.
Exciting sensations unravel to pain.
The pleasure has flown but bad habits remain.

Your iron man
Turns into rust.
Ash in your hand -
Gold bites the dust.

The more that the treasure is holy and pure
The deeper the anguish from taking the cure.
You lurk in the shadows from fear of the truth.
Your touch makes them older but brings you no youth.

Tantalus rules
Keep you in play.
All you touch
Runs away.

You hang with the twenties 'cause they can still feel.
You use them to try yet again to be real.
They wither like you after taking their turn.
Your sole satisfaction is watching them burn.

Your iron man
Turns into rust.
Ash in your hand -
Gold bites the dust.

The flame of your fear is about to erupt.
You drool over innocence since you're corrupt.
You clutch at the promise of pleasure once more
Then scream as your fingers get shut in the door.

Tantalus rules
Keep you in play.
All you touch
Runs away.

Your iron man
Turns into rust.
Ash in your hand -
Gold bites the dust.

 


Midas and the fate of getting what you sought to feed to your greed. His touch turns youth old, pleasure to dust and ash.

maze=Minotaur being fed young virgins
unravel=the more you touch them, the more they come apart
iron man = statue in Nebuchadnezzar's dream
cure=of feeding the treasure to your lust