Why do I have an incessant need
to always buy new things?
I buy things like pajamas, technology,
and (faux) diamond rings
My life is a life of indebtedness
right down to the very core
My life is a life of Mastercard and Visa,
Diner's Club and more
When this need (to buy all desired) came to me…
I'm certain I'm not sure
But the impulse to get what I want, when I want,
causes a buying frenzied blur
Why can't I learn to be content
with but the things I have?
Am I doomed to live a consumer's fate
of always wanting more?
Is this just a game I play, to play show and tell,
and brag to all my friends?
I hope to win the lottery,
so all this charge-card madness ends!
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