WHAT USE ?

What use was my infinite coins; if there was none to

synergistically share them with me except my own insanely
decrepit self; when all that I truly needed for quintessential
existence; was just a singleton chunk of them; everyday ?
What use was my infinite happiness; if there was none to
triumphantly experience it with me except my own prejudiced
self; when all that I truly needed for holistic existence; was just a
mercurial trifle of it; everyday ?
What use were my infinite clothes; if there was none to
convivially wear them with me except my own disdainfully
dastardly self; when all that I truly needed for symbiotic
existence; was just a tenacious robe of them; everyday ?
What use were my infinite castles; if there was none to
harmoniously live in them with me except my own viciously
trembling self; when all that I truly needed
for perspicacious existence; was just a robust abode of them;
everyday ?
What use were my infinite victories; if there was none to
blazingly rejoice in them with me except my own spuriously
sanctimonious self; when all that I truly
needed for bountiful existence; was just an exuberant handful of
them; everyday ?
What use were my infinite cars; if there was none to euphorically
enjoy them with me except my own remorsefully fretting self;
when all that I truly needed for vibrant existence; was just an
exhilarating model of them; everyday ?
What use were my infinite fantasies; if there was none to
fantastically admire them with me except my own obnoxiously
ghoulish self; when all that I truly needed for scintillating
existence; was just a sensuous dream of them; everyday ?
What use were my infinite watches; if there was none to
blissfully witness them with me except my own pathetically

decaying self; when all that I truly needed for enamoring

existence; was just a meticulous dial of them; everyday ?
What use were my infinite landscapes; if there was none to
celestially philander on them with me except my own drearily
morose self; when all that I truly needed for heavenly existence;
was just a infinitesimal contour of them; everyday ?
What use were my infinite flowers; if there was none to
ecstatically smell them with me except my own lunatically zany
self; when all that I truly needed for priceless existence; was just
a fragrant petal of them; everyday ?
What use were my infinite forests; if there was none to
mystically adventure in them with me expect my own
scurrilously withering self; when all that I truly needed for
effulgent existence; was just an inconspicuous branch of them;
everyday ?
What use were my infinite accomplishments; if there was none to
wholeheartedly relish them with me except my own nonchalantly
indolent self; when all that I
truly needed for beautiful existence; was just an articulate
parcel of them; everyday ?
What use were my infinite oceans; if there was none to
ebulliently swim in them with me except my own treacherously
lambasting self; when all that I truly needed for voluptuous
existence; was just an undulating wave of them; everyday ?
What use were my infinite memories; if there was none to
nostalgically relive them with me except my own preposterously
stinking self; when all that I truly needed for sparkling
existence; was just a fugitive anecdote of them; everyday ?
What use were my infinite Suns; if there was none to
unassailably dazzle in them with me except my own barbarously
brutal self; when all that I truly needed for gregarious existence;
was just a flamboyant ray of them; everyday ?

What use were my infinite clouds; if there was none to

compassionately bathe in them with me except my own
unforgivably goddamned self; when all that I truly
needed for sacred existence; was just an ephemeral mist of
them; everyday ?
What use were my infinite hands; if there was none to amiably
intertwine with them except my own mordantly penurious self;
when all that I truly needed for divinely existence; was just a few
fingers of them; everyday ?
What use were my infinite breaths; if there was none to
timelessly coalesce with them except my own obstinately
constipated self; when all that I truly needed for sustainable
existence; was just a sparse entrenchment of them; everyday ?
And what use were my infinite hearts; if there was none to
immortally love them except my own satanically devastating self;
when all that I truly needed for unconquerable existence; was
just a pulsating beat of them; everyday ?