#WritcoPoemPrompt76
Why do people do bad things? Answer this question by writing a poem.

I'm hungry.
My bustling world is steady.
Everyone's climbing for a vapor prize
and my crestfallen soul is risking high.
Bombarded with comparison,
gaps make you reflect your worth.
Why do people do bad things?
This is a thread of complex patterns.
A domino-effect, a rush in the river.
'Be kind, even if others are not.',
but how do we measure...