Ain’t we all mad?

Ain’t we all mad?
Some desires never seizes
Aspiring the hard and easy
All seasons, repeating vanity
As needs placed in reoccurring orders.

No difference between us
Not even in things gathered.
Hoof and poof,
He carries his items,
Stacking it as his own riches.

Surprisely, trash isn’t giveaway
So he kind of reminds me of
A sane desire to gather stuffs
All seasons, in repeating vanity
So ain’t we all but mad?

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