You consume everything,

Everyone, around you

Once they've been drained,

they're tossed aside

Like yesterday's trash

And still, you go back for seconds

Mooching off those who love you,

Stealing every penny away,

You keep taking,

More and more

Slowly, you destroy everything

They are

And still, you go back for seconds,

Such a vicious appetite

Never quite satiated

your pride, your royal majesty,

is far too great for me to like

you pound your iron fist against

the castle walls, which crumble down.

gold and silver tapestries

and brightest chandeliers once burned

before you pounded iron fists

before the walls came falling down.

your pride, your royal majesty,

lies far too much excessively

beyond the borders of your realm

a lonely kingdom you preside.

o’er hills of gray which wandered lost

and streams of gentle, quiet blue

proudly, broadest meadows grin

and stand up to your fearsome wrath.

Connections become possessions

Over abundance

Minimum is needed

Maximum is acquired

Gaining more

Growing the collection

In the house beside the vagabond

Unconcerned

Unable to see past belongings

Out of sight out of mind

Excessiveness continues