Dedicated To Those With Fixations..
With no life to live
Go on a spending spree
Purchase a multitude
Feel powerfully competent
Don't need any of it
Cram the bags
Hide away the boxes
Hold my breath
Got to exhale
Nothing left to do
Anxious beyond reasoning
Bite my fingernails
Take a four hour bath
Water's too cold
Go shopping again
Relief overwhelms me
Stash the items
Night falls too late
Remove the same scab
Bleed profusely in my mind
Close the crack in bedroom door
Massage my eyebrows incessantly
Morrow’s manipulations are nightmares
My future requisitions stockpile
As I lay in my mummy case
Copyright © May 2005
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thoughtful, provocative write, Thompson. especially appropriate for today's lifestyle extravagances. good title.