They're all searching, scouring not for
what is lost but for simply more
More to impress, more to fancy dress,
more to disease themselves away from what
is worth more than the price brand tag.
They speed up economic ladders to grab onto
the last rung called loneliness:
An isolated island where you scrape by with
your mountainous piles of money, alone
Ambitious greed grants you this.
They are adolescents
obsessed with the Kylie lip kit, private yachts
So they feel seasick and are quarantined
from friendships, relationships, love and care
Hashtag #summerhauls
They are women, who want pearls
across their chests, rhinestones among their tresses
Sparkling, diamond watches that seem to
value more than time; time that flies
when you could be the pilot
But they don't want something free and priceless.
The days have come where carved on headstones are
no longer prayers but "Remember me for my stuff"
Where we lay up treasures on earth, not heaven
This is the epidemic of our generation.
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