Stuff

every man wants a bigger truck
every woman wants a bigger man
all the children want a bigger yard
ain’t nobody happy where they am

‘cause it’s never enough
we’ve got to have more stuff
it will never do
for me to have less stuff than you

it’s happy birthday to me
when it’s seen on TV
surrounded by my closest things
it sure enhances my opinion of me

now, when I die
bring out your shovels and your plows
‘cause you will not believe your eyes
when you wade into my house

© 2008 David Stoddard