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another poem
Possession
Looking into it's eyes of gold,
Isn't the material world something to behold?
The great catalyst in history,
Many do so long for thee.
Locked away in a bank,
Indicative of social rank.
Soon it begins to get old,
Quickly bought, quickly sold.
Preacher calls it idolatry,
Bars the gates to eternity.
Looking into it's eyes so blank,
Forgot about those I ought to thank.
Expensive cars flashy and bold,
Can't fill the numinous mold.
Thought yoiu had a bit of glee,
Now its easy to see.
IN the ground below and the sky above,
Feelings of empathy, joy, and love.
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Brave new world! Oh Brave new world indeed! -Aldous Huxley
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