I don’t know what to buy nothing seems to
be enough for me
I think about all it took to get to that shelf in
the supermarket; all it took for them to place
that can of soda on a shelf
And then I thought to myself that the same
applies with everyone and everything
How is the twinkle in your left eyeball (the
one I’d stare at as you’d fall asleep to the
sound of my stories, the ones you didn’t
like) any different from the can of sardines at
your local supermarket
I propose that we are all products in an
increasingly capitalistic market
No one wants you in the end
You end up in someone’s cart for twenty
minutes
You take a ride; whilst suffocating in a
plastic bag
You are used and eaten and beaten
You are merely an item
And then you’re over
And then you are to be thrown away
Brought to a landfill
Buried
And finally you are to be forgotten
And the worst part is, that you thought that
you were special
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 7:31 AM UTC
I don’t know what to buy nothing seems to
be enough for me
I think about all it took to get to that shelf in
the supermarket; all it took for them to place
that can of soda on a shelf
And then I thought to myself that the same
applies with everyone and everything
How is the twinkle in your left eyeball (the
one I’d stare at as you’d fall asleep to the
sound of my stories, the ones you didn’t
like) any different from the can of sardines at
your local supermarket
I propose that we are all products in an
increasingly capitalistic market
No one wants you in the end
You end up in someone’s cart for twenty
minutes
You take a ride; whilst suffocating in a
plastic bag
You are used and eaten and beaten
You are merely an item
And then you’re over
And then you are to be thrown away
Brought to a landfill
Buried
And finally you are to be forgotten
And the worst part is, that you thought that
you were special