Safety in my bank account,
a hefty sum of headly worries.
All this work, it flurries,
hurries me, in traffic, at home,
a jurassic park with just a comb
to comb my hair and soothe me.

Who'd be that dumb and reject all this?
It's hard to distinguish what we need from what we don't when half of what we read wants us to want to not miss out or we'll be ******
alive, as so it seems.

Maybe I would suffer less,
maybe I would suffer more.
I can't compare the cess
for multiple obvious reasons.
Alas, I'll just await
the changing of the seasons.