Selfish needs

From the pillow of a million sleeps

and the bed of unawareness

the newly born and fragile

awakes to a different world.

‘Tis the babe of selfish needs

that kicks at swaddling clothes

and bares its naked body

to the element of mind

sitting like a regal queen

on the throne of fiscal truths.

But a baby; oh, this baby cries

deep behind the eyes of life

that too long has numbed the will

to arise and walk

and the queen nods knowingly

but unsympathetically.

Hush, hush, little one,

it’s just the awful agony

of unrequited love

that makes you vulnerable

to an inner need

but I rule this kingdom mightily

with my money studded sword

so sleep, little baby, sleep

from now until forever.

And the babe of selfish needs

kicks restlessly in sleep!