She lives in a comfortable silence

Intrusive others beg for better dwellings

Markedly offended they are

By the lack of trinkets, colors and  pretentiousness

Still, she reveres the contentedness of little

Minimal possession means minimal strife

To her resting maniacal mind

Clueless cliques seeking and selling worthless things

Fear popularity of her new dogma

Labeling her a dangerous radical

Damning Cretins viciously attack

With a calm touch and serene face

She ends a pointless riot, saying

You are free to burden yourselves

I am free to go on my long, unburdened walks