They…

Standard

 

Each of every

Breaking day

They love to hate

And hate to love

They never can

Get enough

Of any stuff will do

Forever empty taking

In too plentiful

Of lack in substance

All abundance

Of no being

Without meaning

To intend a lend

Of vacancy in soul

A hole an open door

No one at home

They left before

The rent is due

Now what of you?

 

©K Barr

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