Accumulation.

Accumulation.


A want to be the highest, this want to be the best
a want to have the most, this want to beat the rest
“want” may be an understatement, more a need, a yearn
Is it something that were born with, or something that we learn?
Numbers judge us from birth, “how much did he weigh?”
To being judged on pointless things like the infamous sports day
Who won the egg and spoon race, and how many points is it worth?
Everyone so excited like these points can buy the earth

Later it gets nasty, the losers become the thick
As the capitalist carrot is replaced with the stick
Its still a competition, but the fun side starts to fade
Your futures at stake now, so you’d better get the grade.
If you fail this test you will fall into a deep dark hole
But the higher the grades the more you have control
And If you stray from the aim then there’s a correction
Either that or your weeded out, its like social selection

So we gather the points, but what’s it all been for?
The answer is simple, so that we can get more
So we can keep adding up, and its not just cash
Lovers, friends, pets and cars all get added to the stash
Rushing though life, smooth, quick, nimble
The friends that seem close, just a status symbol
Then a day comes and we realise through all the fears
The only thing we will accumulate for certain, is the years.
Then what do you think back on, your full size roman bath?
No, you think of all the people who have made you laugh.


By Lucy Dulieu. -x-