The stuff we collect in life
The burden we carry carrying all our stuff around
Mostly junk
We work
We buy
We are sold stuff we do not need
We work, we earn money.
We earn paper to buy stuff
Mass produced stuff
It is nice to buy, it fills a hole.
A hole in your soul imagined or created
Stuff oils the system
Stuff fluffs the bed
But, stuff, ALL our stuff can also
slow the engine of life
sag life, drag life...bog life down
To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left (mmmmmm)
To the left, to the left
Everything you own in the box to the left
(Thanks to Beyoncé: "Irreplaceable")
