Behold the BEAST 666, the true face of consumption,
A zombified monument of monster ambitions,
Rising like the inevitable ***** tide,
Unstoppable and wide deep inside we ride not to hide, devouring, with each new stride.
A thousand shiny pink *** products scream in delight,
Luring the willing to the neon-lit night.
Tucked in the folds of glitter by gold,
The hunger grows, the story untold. Sold ! Sold
From fast food chains to discount galore,
The never-ending quest for more, more, more.
best happy meal prize ever..
A size that's monstrous— Spiro Sized makes Jumbo look small and here you thought you were IN as hopping mall.
both in might and in girth,
A MASSIVE sturdy man's man *****
One of assured capitalism, for ALL it's worth.
The real gun
we all want to hold and shoot.
Squeeze my trigger
its such a hoot
**** on my twisted ambition, in this rampant display,
Turning lives into transactions, day after day.
Plastic-wrapped dreams, promises hollow,
We march in line, content to follow,
In the consumerist frenzy, no thought of the cost,
As we devour and consume, lost and embossed.
This cycle, a monster, endless and wide,
We feast on excess with, nowhere to hide.
So let us bow down, and worship the spree,
Come to Spiro on your knee
For in this world, we are but... the debris.
A zombified existence, where nothing is real,
Only the hunger for what we can beg borrow or steal.
The monster grows, and the world shall see
A gleaming vibrating self lubricating reflection of what
we used to be ?
Only 7 easy installments of
$ 29.99
3 DD batteries ( not included)
All *** embly required .