Fetish

If the relevancy of one's identity,
Is not prioritized as significant!
Then the purpose of one's accomplishments,
Is to achieve egotistical status.
To satisfy temporary goals.
That may fluctuate...
When and if one ever becomes satisfied.
But doesn't.
No guarantee is there,
Based upon concrete measures.
Becoming much like a craving one has!
There one moment and gone the next.
To rim to the brim with whims,
Ever changing.
Like a fetish one might have for shoes.
Or something carried!
Like an eagerly given opinion.
Much like those shared that go ignored.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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