Seeds of Satisfaction

Of everything you see
The absolute and only
Draftsman of your dreams
Accept it now and concede
Sow the seed, bring it to me
You mind your own and guard your keep
You keep it safe and clean
Carry on with caution
Culling worthless piles and weeds
Bleeding through and not quite healing
Feeling through but not conceding
After all of it I’m left
With aftertastes of this
It seems to be some sort of bliss
Or want I’m not sure which
It may be neither, maybe both
I’m not so sure these days at all
With all that I know
I don’t have much to show
All that I’ve fought to own
Has helped me grow so old
I’ve surrounded myself
With artifacts of loss
Like a live memorial
That’s bled me dry with such a cost
Then you joined me in the fun
Of indulging all our vices
Celebrated all of those
Gluttonous devices
You’re the devil, you’re obscene
We’re the same, you’re just like me