Multi-purpose

He uses them for everything
They often don’t mean anything
He leaves them with nothing

 

Varying degrees of his
Needs or wants
Determine the depth
He is forced to
Or willing
To go

 

Gluttony being his
Favored sin
He feasts upon
Their emotional
Need

 

Savoring the flavor
Of collective fear
Seasoned lightly
With his own

 

Desire but a word
Ecstasy a button
Easily pushed
With a pressured curve

 

The same spot every time
No matter the shape
The age
The size

 

Something he mastered
Way back when
Delighting in the power
Necessary for his
Survival

 

Giving them everything
Filling them up
Leaving them empty
To drown in their
Sorrow