Have you found yourself in the credit card slot?
Too much that you spent too much that you sought?
Are you finding yourself drifting to oblivion one
Poor sot?
Did you discover that unlike your brother oniomania
Has wrought shards of dyspepsia
You thought you had to have it couldn't
Live without it!
You shopped till you dropped
Now your wallet is cropped!
Your compulsion is now your revulsion
Your world a turnstile
Your home and self-fastidious in style
No matter how you draped
The inner self was left as shaped
Now you find just how blind
When you look down to the rind
Incite the corners of your mind
Sever the needs as you examine
The seeds
No one said it would be easy
As you take that dust pan
Wipe out the ashes just to be free
Lay no flame make a claim
There is no one else to blame
Well worth the trip as you
Discover yes, you can be sane! |