More books for breakfast.
Sometimes I wonder if I,
As in my times past,
Will ever have the time to buy
Enough time to scan these words,
These shards of thoughts,
Ideas, quests that have been fought
For, for me to stack and waste.
My only contact with these books, my dust.
What of my plastic coated aluminium disks?
I never seem to have the time to study,
Examine or even risk
Disliking them. Somebody
Should stop me buying CDs.
I should apportion cash to needs
And stop these dirty transactions and deeds.
I must now amortize my waste
Before my mind and chattels turn to dust.
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