Greed infiltrated your arteries.
Ventricles clamour with metallic delight.
A world — yours for the taking.
With every new acquisition
Your blood simmers blue.
Encoded in the frame of your shades
The coefficient of a man satiated with life.
Beneath this façade of contentment
Lay the dried up frustration
Of a hitchhiker bored
With fatuous craving of luxury.
They want you for your possessions alone.
You’ve known this for a while.
Every beckoning expression,
Every obliging pose…
Sensuous. Fake.
All a spectacle for your viewing pleasure.
A chilling serenity.
Beauty that tastes of terror.
Alone.
A shard of reflected sunlight in a surreptitious teardrop.
It trembled in the breeze, clinging for one moment only
To your tortoiseshell sunglasses.
Eyes obscured.
Coveting.
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