Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Delusions of Value

Saving stuff is a waste of time

It clutters the space and

Boggles the mind

Sooner or later I’ll just move it twice

Because it’s now filled with

bugs and small mice

The boxes are here and

The bags over there

I’ll soon be quite bald

from pulling my hair

Have you seen so much shit

In all of your life

It’s bound to bring nothing

But mis’ry and strife

My stuff that I’ve saved

Has made such a mess

It causes me pain

And no end of stress

The value perceived

Disappeared in a flash

It might have been better

Stuck way up my ash

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