The curse of luxury

 

Henry would get the best of things
Accumulating those great things
Yet each time he would extract less pleasure from each event
He would walk into a shop and expect more

The cash didn't talk anymore
he'd spend more time complaining than showing gratitude
it was the epicurean paradox
the accounts from diminishing returns

Henry's dopamine was leaking out like his cash
as he searched for the next exciting adventure
getting into the foyer of some five star
frown almost moist with tears

People would be fated to disappointing the man 
and would sometime make their mistake early on
to get it out of the way almost like jabbing the bully
before he laid into him mercilessly with blows and threats