Everything I Ever Wanted (Or Is It?)

Satisfaction.

Tires that don’t go flat.
A boss that doesn’t have bad moods.
A dog that doesn’t chew things.

Yeah right.

Why do we seek it when we know it will never be?
Like addicts---always grasping for more.
Never shall we be satiated.

Given Frankincense, Gold and Myrrh
I ask for salt.

Why isn’t there salt?

That’s all I really wanted.

Then I get salt.

What, no pepper?
See how it goes?

And worse---
I am cognizant of this flaw,
Yet fail to correct it.

I am told that God completes a person,
Fills the gaps.
Yet, there are many gaps to be filled.
I am a dam made of Swiss cheese.

See the waters rush through me?

I plug one hole,
And rupture ten others.

Desire.
The great crippler of man.
An old friend he is.

When will our wants cease?