Another poem for those that read poetry.
(i don’t want to break it up so follow the link)
Then you die
by James B Schlessinger Jr.
Let the rush of consumption wash over you
Recline in the splendor of all that you own
Pockets full of gold
Take hold
Possession
Is this your purpose?
To acquire and harbor
To spend and purchase
Value the worthless
You live a lie
Consuming and disposing
Only to repeat
Your thirst is never complete
You sit there in your waste
Shameless gluttony, what is that taste?
Fill up
Your rooms
Only to get
More rooms
To fill
You live to work
And work to buy
And buy to satisfy
And satisfaction
Never comes
Then you die
