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THE CONSUMED CONSUMER



In God we trust
that the pursuit of loot
will yield us golden fruit
and platinum prizes gifts, jewelry,
clothes of all sizes
so we’re gathered here today
to say goodbye to our health
cause it goes without saying
how we compromise ourselves
by climbing dangerous corporate steps
without a safety net/sandwiched between wolves in tailored suits silk ties
and snake-skinned boots

now, didn’t you know
they only want us to mimic them
and the lifestyle of their millionaire dads/ so instead of waiting to collect our 40 acres and a pension/ we’d rather collect
our share of the wealth
in monthly installments
on the first and fifteenth religiously;
and the ritual is old fashioned–
but looks in style to me
‘cause many of us go about the day without regard treating life as an American Express card –leaving home without second guessing
if we should ever return richer than
when we started out

now look at us --
we’re a new breed of abusers
sleepwalking consumers
entering stores without blinking,
ignoring the exits--
and stopping at merchandise
with a larger than life price
never flinching as we start believing
that to pay for what we can’t afford
means our money’s well spent
when it only means we’re subjects
in their experiment
a nation of ready-to-die consumers
born to be consumed
by a life of endless consumption,
it’s our inevitable doom
/and like the Matrix,
we fall victim to their tricks,
as we’re trapped in a gluttony of poverty
looking from the outside
into a world reserved
for the wealthy and privileged
remaining nameless
while designers become famous
getting expansions
to their bank accounts and mansions
–damn man, who are we fooling?
We’re disposable objects to these figures
with their exclusive clubs
and resorts/ who spend whole days
playing golf games and water sports
–and while we drown in debt
our dollars float on their yachts and boats

now believe me when I say
we’re being bamboozled; because
as long as we just step and fetch it
we’ll never catch it.
all we’ll catch is hell and grief
delivered to us with past due dates
and interest fees/
–this isn’t the life for me.
I can’t afford dinner at Justin’s,
breakfast at Tiffany’s, or any fine clothes
on the racks at Macy’s but I’ma try,
as I step over utility bills
and my daughter to get out the front door
and out to the nearest department store
where I can shop from sunrise to sunset
return home with multiple bags, no regret.
and it’s sad, how this is life for me
a ready-to-die consumer born to be consumed
by a life of endless consumption
it’s my inevitable doom.
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