Not mine. Fenced off.
And the boundary of morality is often invisible.
Stolen thief-fashion, it is dangerous and damaged,
I will regret later that I did not restrain my desires.

But the pleasant always attracts.
Sucked my own dry — now serve me another’s.
The whispered secret
Is GREEDY, not merely rude, —
I want it at once, and now.

Watchman-conscience warns:
“Know what is yours, what was allotted to you.
If no one touches YOURS,
Remember that the neighbor’s too is behind THICK walls.”