Life in a box

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")