Inundated
They’re not materialistic whores
But they want more
They drive a Benz
But they want a Bentley
They own a house in the hills
But they want many
Four walk-in closets hold most of their clothes
They stand in their full length mirrors and pose
Diamonds and pearls
Cover their ears, neck, fingers and wrist
Even if they lost some of their things
It wouldn’t be something they’d miss
What shall they do when, they have plenty
But want more?
Build another room
For the things they’ll have to store
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