Stuffication Syndrome

I have nothing
There is nothing
Nothing rules
So go the naysayers
Soothsayers
And the empty minds
Impoverished for lack of air

Stuffcan anxiety
Those whose stratagem of filling one's pockets
Boxes
Houses
Garages
Wallets
And gluttinous appetites with
Stuff

Some can remember when stuff
Totaled a warm bed
Running water
An indoor toilet
Security void of locked doors

Some recall education as normal
Integrity as a nightly sleeping pill
Friendship without agendas
Love without prenuptial mentality

There are even those who
Walked behind wagon trains
Stalked the day's food
Planted the season's sustenance
Knew a campfire's magic
Drifted with the ether of Nature's breath

Where did our quench become parched?
When did the Ides of March engulf logic
How did ethics fall prey to mass ignorance
Why did Aristotle posit "right is discrimination of what is just"

And so

Questions of reason go unanswered
Governance plays stick ball with Man's future
Global dis-ease suffocates the will to breathe only clean air
Economics transcend Ethics
Commodification rules
But few understand that
So lost in the quagmire of duplicity and greed
Are we

No

"All we have to fear is fear itself" is totally inept
What we have to fear is complacency
For that which succumbs
Becomes prey of itself
Blind complicity
Surrendering all breath
Slowly
Ever so slowly
Becoming its own
Stuffication Syndrome