The Wordrobe designer (finished)

One word became four
The fourth was a number
But not anymore
Now it was a warning
As I let the ball soar.
Exciting as a verb
As a description no more
Fighting the feeling
That I tried to ignore.
But what did it feel like
I couldn't be sure
Hot sand on the beaches
That burned to the core
I ate most of the apple
While inside the store
The L made me hungry
As I fled through the door
A true opportunist
I got fed up being poor.
But sometimes it rains
And I'm too proud to implore
When big business gets greedy
I just settle score
1 point for the good guys
And the good guy raport

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