Worthless
the material props could hardly help,
they were all like dead,
they played music,video till he slept,
no doubt he slept on one such prop and sat on one as well,
he played with another and drank the other,
he had all the material in the world he could ask for,
he kept them in huge real estate,
and never worried about future,
for his bank and credit would last so so many years,
yet he felt deep deep inside not so full,
and not even half as happy and content,
his thoughts told him that his human contacts were not good and full,
everybody who came about searched for material surplus,
they awed him for having gathered so much,
all that he had gathered was valuable,
only "he" was worthless.
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