The Collector

He only wants the good stuff.

But there's never enough.

He's got an obsession.

He finds it tough to lessen.

His desire for treasures.

He's selfish beyond measure.

This guy's compulsion

Would cause some revulsion.

He's always in need.

Bad ideas just plant their seed.

He's full of desire.

Never quenches his fire.

He can't stop the wanting.

He can't stop the longing.

These special things mean everything.

They are precious and dear

And they have to be exquisite.

His thirst he can't shake.

The chains he can't break.

He always thinks about what he covets.

But once he has it, he no longer loves it.

He's truly a beast.

And money's the least

Of his problems.

He always needs to feast!

Oh, oh, oh!

His desire wont't slow.

And his dissatisfaction just grows

Like a malignant tumor.

He's full of aching.

For his desire, there's no shaking.

And for his thirst no slaking.

This beast needs forsaking.

When he looks on his prizes,

No satisfaction arises.

The hunger is infinite.

And nothing is sufficient.

He's a hopeless case.

Scourge of the human race.

Sinner with the saint's face.

With a penchant for high taste.

I can't look on this creature.

With his ghastly features.

His presence I can't stand to be near.

His affliction couldn't be clearer.

You wanna know who the monster is?

You wanna know who it is that sickens?

The one who makes my heart quicken?

I just look in the mirror.