Lost Wallet

My wallet sits somewhere- naked and fat on a lonely bench. It’s supple black skin - an ebony eye-candy. It is alone and hungry, it eats and eats and is never satisfied. Good riddance! The heavy beast is gone and yet I have lost nothing! Nothing but a myriad of colourful paper, plastic and handsome metals, what use are they to me? Just look at it, it looks benign, peaceful and harmless and yet people fight for its contents; they lie, cheat and steal. Go ahead take it! Open Pandora’s box and you will find nothing. If you are looking for happiness or enlightenment you will not find it. My wallet is not heavy because God is in it, but rather Satan. My wallet is lost; do you really want to take it?