Funbundance! Where Are You? Poem by Chuy Amante

I believe the Universe
has more than enough,
for all of us.
The mysterious key?
That part is tough?

In a world full of stuff,
do I
myself handcuff?

I look around
and there is ample stuff,
everywhere!
How the hell do I get
MY big share?

What if it is all an illusion?
Would that just add
to my confusion?

I want this
and I want that,
give me a bunch more,
a giant stack!

Will all this stuff
ever fill me?
Perhaps 'this stuff'
will only
KILL ME!

At times I admit, it does thrill me,
but never once did it ever
Permanently
Fulfill me!

Always it does leave me wondering why,
Man has this addiction,
that can make us high, dry, lie, cry
and then die.

I don't need 'stuff' from this Earth,
fine with me if there were a 'stuff'
dearth.

What I need
and what I like
is what I call ~~ FUNBUNDANCE, ~~
All the rest
can take a hike
you've now
become redundant.

Lots of fun I do seek,
24/7 every darn week.

7 days of this
doesn't make me weak,
It charges my batteries full,
I Never need to tweak!

This abundant fun
I get from NATURE,
I get it from LOVE,
I get it from LABOR.

I specialize in lemon squeezing,
just add sugar 'til it is pleasing.

If lots of fun is a crime,
please lock my ass up,
I will always, 'til my puppet expires,
FOREVER, DRINK DEEPLY!
FROM THE CUP!