My mind is at war with itself, piece by
piece.
Part of me learned what it saw on TV,
That depression's material. Buy; away
it will go.
I may not believe. I can't change that
I know.
Another part of me grew up past coins,
and holds its desire less in pockets
than loins.
The rest of me, the conscious, must
fight both those two,
But it's hard, 'cause wanting is what
people do.
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