Place me on a ship,

send me far away,

let me tell the tales to a people of another land,

how odd it would seem,

what we have

what they don’t,

what they need, 

what we wont,

to print the word selfless,

is different from the word selfish,

however we are in high demand,

while they are just happy with what they have,

with skin barely clinging,

sagging to the bone,

Then look at these people,

who forget things they even own,

Are we spoiled?

Or just too content?

to ever be happy to just live with this.