I'll let you know...
For a while
in the bygones and (Hi...gone)s of this world
I shall twirl.
For it is of no concern to me, but to earn
and discern a singular point and this...all this -> stuff.
Things, things, and more things.
To swim and wallow in legos and pancakes,
if that be my goal, i will accompliSHHH.
Can this be evil as you speak?
Evil pancakes will erupt laughter...
though the pursuit doth seem delightful.
And the nuances of people and their so-called faith?
I can't be bothered.
I am the all-singing, all-dancing money whore.
"Playmeasong" they shout...and I do.
To scrape off the surface of this Earth and dig no deeper.
here I am...accumulated.
I have Solomon's hoard and I am broken.
Disheveled and miserable I shall walk to my grave
with nothing in hand but my four fingers and thumb.
In all my productivity, as it were, I have produced nothing.
Time will simply tick away as it did before.