(I can’t get no ) Satisfaction

I’m just a heap of years
A mountain of wearisome time;
My wealth is piling high, ever increasing;
Too much to spend, too much to give away
Wealth growing year by year, drawling sarcastically
“Money doesn’t talk, it swears.”

A heap of years, money and nothingness
Hating conversations which begin, “Do you remember?”
And friends gratefully replying, “Yes.”
Reliving yesterday because today is bleak
And tomorrow is worse…
“Your day is done and you wanna run.”

Money piling high, buying whatever,
But I don’t want anything. Nada. Rien.
I don’t even want youth-
(I’ve had that that, didn’t like it much).
“The best things in life are free.”

I don’t know what I want
I know what I don’t want
That’s what I’ve got.


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