What’s enough? Why
Isn’t enough enough?
Why more?
Mouths full of diamond sausage
Hands bedorned adecked
Prada’d feet
Armani’d chested
Skin smoothed by flecks
Of real gold.
Riding black zoomcars
To sky high nests
Those funny folks down below
They look like ants.
They are ants.
My tasty ants.
I need more because
They have more, someone
Always has more
Is better than
If I don’t have more
I will be less.
If you had any real worth
You would have what I have
Not as much as I
Because I am the best
But you would have some.
How much do you have?
Only that?
Well, better luck next lifetime.
This is mine
I earned it
This is mine to keep
So I can sleep at night
Secure in the knowledge
That I have more, and am
Therefore
The only best, except for
Him, over there, whose
Hair is brighter, shines with gold
When I get my golden hair
Then I will be the best
And will have for breakfast
Platinum sausage
Flavored with ants.
I think this will be enough.
Is this enough?