I'm consumed by consumerism
Bombarded by advertisement
Squint-eyed and perplexed By, the high speed fine print
Rolling up and away
"Call today!"
No interest for one year
Nothing to fear
If it's to good to be true
It is.
Here's a credit card for you
We have no friends
Except our own
Who struggle for their home
Bankrupted
Caves with furniture
Thanks for your loan
Leanding predators'
Who play the game of
Ultimate domain
Drooling over property they stole
Everyone pays to play
Maybe they will pay
With their soul
Deficit debases
consumption
Now, what was once a disease
Is now a necessity
Leaving the middle class
With drawn faces
And, a limited means to function.
Happy Labor Day
-end-
Moses Lee