Straight Paths: Ode To Stuff

ODE TO STUFF:

Oh Stuff, how I hate thee, let me count the ways

Thou hast swallowed me whole, I don’t want thee anymore

I can’t breathe and thy existence wastes all my days

I can’t move: thou hast surrounded me

I see thee from lofty heights, down into the valleys and to the depths of the seas

I suffer from thine presence, from whence can I hide from thee?

Thou dost stalk me in my sanctuary, and keep me from my one true love

I try my utmost to keep thee at bay, but thou dost latch on to others

Oh Stuff, thou art a parasite!

I beseech thee to have mercy! Break the bonds that entangle and entwine!

Thou harlot! Offering false love that leaves me empty and hollow

Oh Stuff how I hate thy skulking and slinking from room to room

Thy trickery and deceit is draining; thou dost hide for days then flaunt thy self-importance

Oh Stuff, thou have grown fat and useless!

The sheer agony of what to do with thee! Shall I send thee away? Shall I banish thee?

Oh Stuff, how I hate thee, let me count the ways

I have untold tales of betrayal, and truths too dark to reveal

There has been unwanton lust betwixt us and I have broken, hurt and used thee

So now I cast thee from my life

Thy seduction and allure bring only loathing. Henceforth our paths will cross no more.

Straight Paths