Window Shopping

I look upon a vast and wide, pity
There’s no space in the open, city
Lights dazzling hypnotizing, glares
Through an open window, stares
In dazzling wonderment upon empty, dreams
Filling empty thoughts with subtle, schemes
To work on the infantile, eyes
Coveting the transparent scene, lies
Corrupting the gratuitous desire, truth
Is bought inside the unobtainable, couth
Clouds our true necessity, charity
For the amputee laying, parity
To our situation, disgusted
We turn away, adjusted
Our noses find comfort, outside
The want-turning stomachs, inside
We are the dead, soulless
Dreaded desireless empty selfish thoughtless greedy apathetic zombies,
We are dead.