Golden handed
Walking straight lines
There is no sense to be made
Except for small change
Copper pennies
Cents to spend
Consumerism
Bought and paid for like a good slave
Rave and be paid
Tell me where you stand on such topics
As the finest new kitchen appliances
And the must have technology of its day
For fear that we soon forget what it’s like to be human
A walking decaying piece of meat
Entrapped in its own selfish thoughts
Everyone is guilty
Even me