Value added goods my heavy heart really sinks,
Transparent or tinted glass for the old bricks,
Smooth and shiny, wearing the hay and straw skirt,
Value added life for you and I for the prospering insanity,
I rear a pet of greediness in the closed coop of my thought,
I feed it with daily dose of ignorance to be as fancy as it could,
Looking at the extravagance, everyone seems to rear their own,
Value added life with greediness as the exotic nuts will be stale
What reality I see through the screen of my handheld gadget,
Where the million glossy pages appear to disappear in a minute,
Hours after hours, days are gone with ease, not much despair,
The reality catches me with claws of spontaneity, gone my laughter,
I have never visited any and called someone honey,
Not ever parted from the concept of me and my money,
The value added in my life, depreciated as the currencies,
I am not ruthless, but never followed the rules of nature.
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