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Consumer…
Welcome to the world that will sell you anything
Screw you for everything
And leave you with (no flowers, wreaths or tears – read the small print -)
..Nothing..
They grossgargle their biggest bucks
On your innocent, unprepared ignorance
They total up their fatfuck fortunes
As you lie in the gutter advictim
They squeeze their wealth out of your gullability
While they mainline their walls
With whoresales commendation certificates
And supposed second edition Rembrandts
And..
The craziest frogs you ever seen
Until you realise all you were sold
Was fools gold
And all you were told
Were lies..
..Go buy it
Trade in your soul for the glisten-goody gimmicks
You’ll be rewarded
With your tired and tragic trinkets
In a fragile, lifelong Heaven
Negotiate your bargain for the discount rush on eternal Hell
(Doors open anytime suckerfux)
Where they wear the baubles and epillettes
And you ain’t got any credit left
But the tills are closed forever
While you check out to endless eternity
..Anyway..
“Have a nice day” (while you still got one)
What price the flames? … Consumed?
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© James Alan Gourley 2019. All rights reserved.