I want the glitz,

I want the glamour now!

I want the cash,

with all the glory and power.

 

I want the ideas,

served on a platinum plate,

I don’t like stalling,

please don’t make me late.

 

Give me the cheat codes,

give me the hacks to break,

those future answers,

so I don’t have to wait.

 

I am a stone wall,

to what I need, just want,

as all I’ve wanted,

is what I want to hear.

 

But that’s ok,

I’ve got it all right here,

this fragile plastic,

I swipe to make me cheer.

 

And when I’m asked,

what pleasure means to me,

I simply show them,

all of these things I’ve got.

 

Flimsy satin,

cheap curiosity,

they make me happy,

that’s what my brain tells me.

 

And what my heart says,

it may say differently,

so I keep swiping,

acting aggressively.

 

Accumulation,

that's what’s surrounding me,

a pile of objects,

my pocket money tree.

 

But now I’m lonely,

without a thing to brag,

the shit I showed off,

to alter-ego smiles.

 

So I just sit,

in mute oblivion,

that being happy,

it’s not a sum on screen…