STUFFED

I am stuffed.

I am full.

I am satiated

saturated with all that society has to offer.

I am overflowing

with the richness around me

fattened by veal

and leather and TiVo and whore in G-Strings

and nuns in G-Strings and

Good God! more than I can imagine.

I am fuelled and finished again

and again, again.

It is overwhelming what I have taken in

- I can't take it.

And yet

despite all this content

all the crap I have absorbed

and vomited out

to make room for more,

despite the food and alcohol and sex and knowledge

and drugs and ideologies and clothes and hair products...

somehow, something is missing.

Stuffed as I am,

I am empty.