Blowing It by Pris Campbell of Poetic Inspirations

We always say
we were happier 'back then',
bum broke, closets bare
as a begger's pockets,
making love on the floor,
sprung sofa, that
Salvation mattress,
spooning together all night,
but we still glutton stuff
as salaries go up, buy
fancy dresses, silk ties,
cd's we don't play,
throw out more food
than those starving
children in China could
eat in a year, sleep
in our expensive four-poster
not touching;
too fat with sate
to want.