Vanity!

Vanity!

Vanity!
All is vanity!
The world is a cesspool 
of vanity.
What does it profit a man
to gain paper that vanishes?
Woe
 all is a wasteland of vanity.
Walk the path set before you
look neither left nor right
least you stumble
lacking insight.
the babes are lambs to the slaughter,
future sons and daughter
lost to vanity.
All that is before you
vanishes on a breath
breathing death of temporance
when faced with timely delays.
Yea
know this,
the golden trappings of bliss
shimmers like fool's gold.