I hate to think there's only so much time
In which I could be playing all these games.
The clock still strikes, the phone alarm will chime,
And time itself inordinately lames
Such purchases, since all of them, well-played,
Considered, analyzed, and rightly done,
Would take such hours as, I am afraid,
I have not spent since I was first begun.
Why then continue to invest my cash,
My interest, my bandwidth, and my mind?
Is not that choice a little bit too rash,
Too unconsidered? Somehow I don't find
It works that way. The options are immense,
But somehow buying them still all makes sense.
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