It’s never enough-
Not one burger,
Not one car,
Is it Mercedes or BMW you like?
Not one woman.
No, the greed doesn’t end with love;
Love, the word used so wrongly.
But when you strip it down,
To the meat,
To the structure beneath,
To the girl underneath her body,
Do you still want them?
Let me ask you this:
Will you still want your arteries
Ten years from now?
Clogged to burst-
Like the path you left so carelessly,
Blocked from the ones you said you love.
But now, do you really?
Will you still want to lie beside a new woman,
Or will you be left in your bed,
Wishing for the one,
The one you really love,
To hold them tight.