Merry Stuff

Exhausted with all this world’s clamor for stuff,
endless striving despite more stuff than enough.
Image stuff, love stuff, money, ah money-stuff,
oh the root of all, is stuff, stuff, and stuff. 

More stuffed than our token of thanks, Thanksgiving:
stuff-trussed, legs tied, turkey-eyed, stuff flavoring
aroma-ing the gathering, burst stuffed to itself,
then fireside oblivion celebrating flatulent wealth.

The Markets all stuffed with up and down jitters,
Religion quite stuffed with bottom-pinching vicars.
The teachers drill more, more facts and achieving’s
Stuffing stuff-knowledge into cranial believing.

The rich stay forlorn because the plates are never full,
The poor stuff-bemoan their own plates, all stuff-dull.
The lover buys diamonds for love, hell-extracted,
The loved one loves stuff, so it’s just what’s expected.

And now comes the time for peace on stuffed-earth
Side tilting, air choking, land raped to doom dearth.
But no matter, like ostrich we stuff heads in the sands,
Big arse in the air, stuffing filth in our lands.

Mega Malls, bargain steal-deals, ah yes that’s the stuff,
Tills all cha-cha-chinging, store Santas all coiffed.
Forgive if I don’t stuff your stocking this time,
My in-stuff floweth over, and so too might thine.

You can also listen to the author reciting his poem (music written and piano played by David White):

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