Will I Never Get No Satisfaction?
I always want more
It seems I’m never satisfied,
no matter what I’ve got.
Though I proclaim, “I don’t need much”,
I always want a lot.
I want more time, I want more sleep,
more chocolate and more wine.
I cannot seem to make my greed
with gratitude align.
I want more food! I want more sex!
I need more money! Now!
My eyes more greedy than my guts,
I’m such a hoggish sow!
Perhaps I ought to train myself
through mindfulness and musing
to focus on the gifts I gain
instead of things I’m losing.
My pessimistic attitude
means even when I’ve plenty,
I never see my glass as full,
I only see it empty!
Such is my avarice, I fear
whatever benefaction
I’ll look that gift horse in the mouth.
Can’t get no satisfaction.
©️ Jupiter Grant, 2021
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