what more do I need?
what more can I possibly want?
i have so much already
that there is no more room
even to turn around
in the cramped confines
of my clutter universe.
But there is always
............something more,
always more to desire
and try to possess…
a lifetime of misery and regret…
................................hell
......wrapped
in pretty pink
..........ribbons
...............and
......................bows.
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I bet you hate Christmas too, you dreadful man! Me, I love the mall. I like all the pretty things, the wonderful people, the happy laughing children, the delightful teen-agers, the exquisite smell of honey-roasted peanuts, and gosh, what all else?
ReplyDeleteAnd I don't even have to buy anything to get that warm and fuzzy feeling of motivation to make my life even better than it is already! And happiness -- or, at least a temporarily fulfilling feeling -- demands only that I buy something!
But you don't appreciate this because, well, you're just a fuddy-duddy and that's all there is to it! And let me tell you, Mister, nobody likes a fuddy-duddy!