Purpose: We are bombarded with stuff to buy constantly everyday. Every year there are new innovations in tech, fashion, cars and homes and it can be a great deal to keep up with. This poem is a reflection on all that we have available to us and how much we enjoy as well as get caught up in it.
Poem:
The love of distraction
Beautiful thins
Escape into the mental hole
Needing even more
Filled then not over again
Stuff is the sway
In images
Relationships
Broadcasts
Egos
More is new again
There is no finish
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