Race for square footage

We buy,

And then we flip,

And then we buy some more.

Mega mansions with space to

Share with none,

We surround ourselves with gizmos,

And reach out to connect to the world

With technology.

Touch, personal, discarded

In favor of virtual love,

Surrounded by trinkets,

Prisoners of four walls,

We compete in the race

For thousands of square feet.

And then we wait

For our final call,

To be confined in

A dark, windowless resting place

Six feet down under.