Mine, not yours

Mine, not yours. Grab it, stash it, stack it high, No reason, no season, just a hungry eye. Mine, not yours. Plates collapse, pockets roar, They don’t mean harm, but they take it all, Like it’s law, like I grab more. Mine, not yours. With hands full, scoop the loot, Olives, crumbs, the last sip too. Innocent chaos, nothing left for you. Mine, not yours. Mine, not yours. No sharing, no caring, no pause, no thought, Every spoon, every drop, gotta have the lot. The table is a battlefield, the spoils are the proof, Leave the wreckage smiling, pockets stuffed with proof. Mine, not yours. See the reach, see the claw, Take it fast, break the law. Mine, not yours. Not greedy, not evil, just blind to the core, An anthem of appetite, always grabbing more. Mine, not yours. Mine, not yours. The chant of the clueless, the gospel of hands, The buffet apocalypse, the hunger that stands. Mine in the morning, mine in the night, Mine when it’s plenty, mine when it’s tight. Mine, not yours. Mine, by default. Mine, without cause. Mine, not yours.