How did my stash get so big?

There’s a magpie in my brain.
I bet you’ve got one too.
It likes the bright and shiny things,
the brand new cars and diamond rings,
the track shoes with the built-in springs.
It always keeps my checkbook drained
and all my bills past due.

There’s a magpie in my brain,
a noisy, greedy bird.
It wants the things it wants right now –
this darling chair, that gilded cow-
so who needs groceries anyhow?
This bird’s impossible to train.
It never hears a word.

There’s a magpie in my brain.
Some say that it’s addiction.
But buying things will bring me peace –
red cashmere yarn, merino fleece
self-striping sock yarn for my niece –
it’s really not that I’m insane,
it’s just a predilection.