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Jul 2019
The privileged own their possession
and utilize them as they like not bounded by fad
I can wear my shirt inside out or leave socks out
its all about not worshiping possession

the poor and ordinary's are owned by their possession
and worship anything they own
and would beg, steal and borrow
without shame
just to be owned by a pair of Nike

Its the way of the world
some beg for pounds on street corners
down the road, a man lights a cigar with a twenty pound note
Desperate or wastefull...take your choice
but I know which of these two I'd rather be

Nothing, but nothing beats the stench and humiliation
of having to steal something
I'd rather stay unloved and alone
than be a thief, even amongst other thieves
and its the best feeling, not having to envy and hate

So thieves have lovers who love them
well what can I say, there's no accounting for taste
even thieves should have lineages and heirs
for they worship possessions and need solidarity
and Nikes are relatively easy to steal, I hear they'll steal it off your feet....
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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