People can be incredibly selfish,
Don't you think?
The buy and buy all they want,
Eventually they sink.
People are never satisfied,
Isn't it sad?
Living life always mad,
Never getting their way.
People are quite strange,
Aren't they?
I wonder why it's so,
That their never pleased with what they have,
That feeling continues to grow.
People aren't people anymore
When they let it go straight to their head.
About how much they have, and want, and need,
Consumed by the madness.
Completed by sudden sadness,
In pieces.