Stuff in a room I control

I look through windows,

and see stuff,

on display,

in rooms I don’t control.

Maybe one day.

If I make enough money.

I can buy that stuff.

Have it delivered.

To a room I control.

I’ll tip the men $10 each,

maybe more.

And there it will sit.

In my room.

That I control.

You can come see it.

I’ll invite you just so you can.

My stuff.

Laughing at me and my hourglass title.

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