THE ULTIMATE CONSUMER

It's consuming me
The things I need
The things they sell
The greed they breed

It's consuming me
How they make me want
The things they make
And models flaunt

It's consuming me
Temptation...lust
When all these things
Just turn to dust

But, on how sparkling
Pretty and bright
You know they'll
Make you feel just right

When they sell
We're out the door
Rich or poor
We all buy more!

Branflake continued my poem:
All around its greed
More ,more, more I need
If I have one - I need more
I am not satisfied anymore

Not in my dream, I would share
Greed overtook me and I stopped to care
Nolonger satisfied with anything
I feel like owning everything

Having all the money in the world
Still greed tells me more and more
Where will I bury all this wealth
I have lost myself that’s the truth

What will I do with all this money?
Still more more more I need

Maybe I will have a coffin of gold
Stacked inside with wealth untold
Where will I take these after I die?
With arms full in my coffin I lie

I can not hold another thing
I should leave behind everything
Still I am filled with greed
More more more I need

posted by branflake
about 1 month ago