You talk on your mobile phones
About all the things you own
As if it all matters.

Things you didn't need
Until you got them
Don't mean a thing,
Yet you talk as if
They are the Sun
Around which you revolve.

Having all this is no defence
Against the spears of unhappiness.
The more you get, the more you want
And the more you depend on.

But go ahead.
You can tell me about all the sounds
You new mobile can make
As if I give a flying fuck
About your new toys.

There will come a day
When your Mediterranean suntan
Will not save you.

All the time you wasted
Trying to go one better
Than your so called friends
Will come around
Like a knife in your back.

When all you have are memories
You will remember only what you saw.

You never saw a sunset.
You were too busy saying
You were better than me.

08/27/2001

Posted on 10/13/2001
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