My friend said he would need that stuff some day.
Those bottles, blankets, buckets, belts and cars.
And buried in that stuff were things that pay
Like watches, antique dolls and old guitars.
At every opportunity he bought
More stuff that he might need another day.
I dared to say he owned more than he ought.
“Let’s skip this sale,” but he just said, “No way.”
His personality was super-sized.
His body was a bent and fragile frame.
His treasure and his junk were his demise.
The avalanche left nothing but his name.
I’d say it wasn’t true; instead I say,
To live for stuff will snuff your life away.
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