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IKnowNoBox
May 25, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Gold Plated Crappers

every thing I ever wanted
if only I could just carry it all
simple luxuries piled higher
than the hopes of those
less motivated
for such extravagant living

how they want what they
expect me to have
so that they may dream
of being so well off
with so much more
then they could ever need
— IKnowNoBox, May 25, 2008

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Region, Country: East Coast, USA

Favorite Poets: Weird Elf, Shel Silverstein, The Poet Anonymous

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weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years ago

Eloquently stated

The accumulation of unnecessary wealth and belongings is like a constipated body- just full of shit. I can't at the moment carry all my possessions on my back, the only one's I would truly miss if I had to are my computer (could always get a laptop) and my books, oh yes, my beloved books. cheers, Jess
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IKnowNoBox

18 years ago

deep pockets .. filled with

nothing that will help them live a minute longer. A wheel barrow to lug along every thing that was designed to bring releif becomes a burden. It is not the excess that concerns me, it is the ex-excess that concerns me. In ink, Dabbler
themoonman

themoonman

18 years ago

Hi David...

if it ever gets there, there will be lots of people carrying too much... overloaded with possesions.. always enjoy reading your thoughtful poems... Richard
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

18 years ago

David

You know... first thing I thought of when reading this poem was about all the people in debt. They overextend themselves on credit so that they can have the big house, the shiny SUV, and the latest gadgets. This poem fit that sentiment perfectly. I was also reminded of an article that I had read a couple years back about a luxury bathroom with the orbital sinks, golden loos, marble everything, etc. At first I thought that's what this was going to be about. Nice job! ~Jess ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the hell is the ceiling??"
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

18 years ago

David

AHhhhhhhhh, and the true needs are not wealth or material things. All we need, cannot be bought! Great write~