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Confessions Of A Self-Berating Splurger - A seasonal ditty

 

I know I’ve got a lot of stuff and no, I don’t need much more.

I know advertising’s full of guff and persuasion is what it’s for.

I know others needs are greater, but too often I forget

As I’m a self-berating splurger, oft wracked with deep regret.

 

No matter if you’re measuring in common, pounds or pence,

Too often it would seem that we have more money than sense.

I know others needs are greater, but too often I forget

Cos I’m a self-berating splurger, oft wracked with deep regret.

 

I do my bit for charity, I take care of my Mum,

I sometimes spend a little more when we’re a little glum.

Friends and family are far from free, there is a hidden cost

To socially engaging reciprocity, without which most are lost.

 

Christmas is the hardest time my greedy demons scream and shout,

But while I’m clearly spending too much at least I share it out.

I eat far more than is required to bind body, mind and soul,

Particularly chickens – I've been known to eat those whole.

 

I’ve always looked down on fashion as just the latest fad,

But I’ve loved playing with the greatest gadgets ever since iWas a lad.

I've seen that green-eyed monster in my mirror, yes it’s true.

But I’ve seen others being envious just 'cos my eyes are greeny-blue.

 

I’ve kept away from credit, so at least I’m not in debt

I NEVER fail to pay my way... at least... I haven’t yet.

I know others' needs are greater, but too often I forget

As I’m a self-berating splurger, oft wracked with deep regret.

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