She can't count her belongings, or her blessings,
But she can count the credit cards, spilled onto the counter of a chain retail store
Frantically finding one that works
And she leaves the store with 15 pounds of victory around her white fingers and wrists
It's never enough to satisfy that need,
that need to achieve having something someone else doesn't
She has the need....
at 3am, on her laptop, on amazon
The need to fill the empty void in her soul with endless greed.