A penny for your wantsIt consumes everything in its path,
Throwing out meaninglessness in its wake.

Is nothing more sacred than want?
Should nothing be held higher than greed?

She may have a box.
He may have a box.
I may have a box.
Two may have a box.

Do you want more?
I can’t figure out how to change it.
Everything just stays the same.

Son of Sappho Poetry , ,

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