ADDICTION

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Breath lures greed
In hope of immortality
Food lures need in hope of eternal satisfaction
Money plants demons
In hope of more into much
In the hands of all pockets
Stirring the pot of vanishing only to outlast

1b.
For pleasure shovels and accomodating holes
Beings build mental castles
To chain targets like goats in slaughter houses
Though death is their last wish
Their visions of a fish caught,
Eaten,
Swimming out of stomachs into the same sea
Rejuvenating
Only to repeat the cycle,
Change targets into their robots
Needs metamorphose even in satisfaction into wants
Addiction!

2.
Legs in mobility today have other priorities
Let them lose locomotion
And see the frustration in chant
For what was easy in the past
Same goes for mouths
Hands
Eyes
But hearts with notices of end times
Cry like babies denied their best
Sorrow becoming their pens of life
What is man to want to turn itself into his God?
What drives our vehicles of ambition?
What is what in wordly realms?
What at all is
Addiction?

III
Taste is a curse
Feeling is duress
Sight is perplexing
Smell is worse
Hearing is a wrestling gift
All perishables
Together, they mould the need for more
Whipping hearts to neglect present enjoyment
In hopes of all those in fantasy forests
Forests where legs are alerting stones
To help them flee
We are comic cosmics
None is to blame, only
ADDICTION!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) October 1, 2016

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