Stuff
You get what you need, but not what you don't need,
unless it's an Indian gift from the karmic sky-gypsies.
Maybe you have lots of stuff and it's never enough?
Then the 'told you so' pigmy bobble-heads of Mu
will make it known to you
that they are watching your every distracted move
and taking notes. Let it be known
that the Amazon's chop suey of Chinese phooey
will keep you spinning in circles like a drunk skunk.
The very wealthy stink it up your nose
and call it charity, but they also flush 2 times
just to clear their own much tramped crap.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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