Plethora Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A plethora of excess sought to reap.
Will keep most eyes on abundance.
A plethora of excess sought to feed,
Will have many living with redundant needs.

People who seek greed,
Love their trash stacked in packs.
With a keeping it to guard.
To then brag about traps.

People wishing quality,
Don't need to prove with crap.
They rid themselves of excess gained,
By cleaning up their acts.

Plethora to maintain isn't good for the brain.
It causes pressure leaving nothing that's pleasured
A plethora to maintain isn't good for the brain.
It causes pressure leaving nothing that's pleasured
Tied by the wrists with a tightened fit.
Tied to a sanity ripped to bits.
There's always something better,
Than a plethora kept.
A plethora to keep hasn't brought peace yet.

What's better than a plethora to keep?
Besides a peace of mind that never leaves.
What's better than a plethora to keep?
Besides a peace of mind that never leaves.

People who seek greed,
Love their trash stacked in packs.
People wishing quality,
Don't need to prove with crap.

What's better than a plethora to keep?
Besides a peace of mind that never leaves.
What's better than a plethora to keep?
Besides a peace of mind that never leaves.

Tied by the wrists with a tightened fit.
Tied to a sanity ripped to bits.
There's always something better,
Than a plethora kept.
What's better,
Than a plethora to keep...
To live the life one likes.