What can I say?
I invest my heart too much
In earthly objects.
Muted lighting and walk in closets
And sunken baths
And gravelled paths
Through my personal patio.
What can I say?
I pin my hopes too much
On a million dollar property.
The folks back home
Would swoon and faint
Over this blatant lust
For concrete and paint.
What can I say?
I cannot rise above this greed, this
Fleshly creed of desire,
This fire
Of the need to posess, own,
Hoard.
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