Never enough, more-more-more,
where is my God?
Shiny, names, colors & fabrics,
I am the rabbit& you the dog,
Where is my God?
It's like holding an idol that constantly evolves.
It changes even in your hards,
On your body- AND THROWN AWAY,
a waste. (PICTURE THE CHILDREN STARVING WITH OUR "LAST YEARS" PRADA BAG IN THE TRASH.$$$$$$$$$$)
but you have to keep updating,
get with it,
because it is always different,
But guess what, it's already consumed YOU!