Conned Summer

Standard

 

Subsumed

I am

Assumed

To be

The conned

Consumer

Longing for

My great redeemer

Hijack of my heart

For market

Cart in sale

Supplanted now

Is full with things

So many things

To need there is no room

No more for greed

Desire supersedes

My soul

A hole

In tow of the prescriptive

Contradictive

Promise of fulfilled

Affiliation

Of the lack of

Satiation

Runs on empty

With servitude a-plenty

In a wilful spill of

Abdication for a want-on

Destination to the agency

Of urgent in a yearning

Never learning

Burgeoning

The more not less  

Of what eludes

It’s rude to say

No more

 

©K Barr

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