Users.
They are beautiful, charming, talented.
They don't know much about help:
"Giving and taking" is a foreign language,
Distant, full of disgrace and stupid
For the users.
They take.
The world queues at their feet
They take the offrand laid there
As well-expected prize. There is no mercy
There is no soul, just freezing winter
In the users' taking.
The users.
They possess, instead of having
And they lose all that they touch.
Midas-like they turn to gold all in their compass
Possessing is their claim, they can have all and any
Except themselves.
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Moon Steer, 1996 |