What benefit is there to things,
If in the acquisition made...
Not one touch from them they bring.
Or a pair of eyes caught,
Making a passing glance.
What benefit is there to flaunt,
That which one has...
Believed others want.
Although dauntless in appearance,
Is the the one who flaunts unnoticed.
And if one has tired of a charade,
Where does one go...
To validate satisfaction done,
From a masquerading others shun.
Although impeccably dressed to impress.
What benefit is there to things,
If in the acquisition made...
Not one touch from them they bring.
And no caring is there to share,
Romanced to be enhanced from anyone anywhere.
What benefit is there?
When the expense of getting attention,
Doesn't make sense without a dividend to please.
Or noticed received by someone teased.
Or at least pretending to be caught up in the moment.
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