DUDE WHERE IS MY COUNTRY-

Have you ever seen the bumper sticker that reads-

“DUDE WHERE IS MY COUNTRY?”-

While I have and I am asking you-

Dude where is my country?

I think it was stolen my corporate monkeys-

Making us consumer junkies-

Its kind of funny-How corporations with all the money-

Make us feel like we are bumming-In search of materialistically something-

Its almost numbing how they deep drumming products in our face-

Make us feel like we have to buy-Or we will lose the race-

It’s a disgrace-Not the American way to make us feel like we smell bad without that Axe Man’s Body spray-

Or I wont feel cool unless I’m holding a latte-

And my eye glasses read dolce-

Slide a credit card man its okay-

Dig a deeper hole to your grave-

Consumer America I am your slave-

Product buying all day-

Broke as a joke-my money goes away-

My credit cards get their pay-

In minimal monthly payments anyway-

Its like a rat race-Or a never ending case-

You stay in the chase to collect what you make and the credit cards get their cake-

Its great-

Buy things you don’t need with credit cards you can’t afford-

Its all for the money-That’s why commercials go to war-

AND I LOVE IT-

I mean how can you not-A badass commercial where a dude kills a cop-gets the cold-grabs the chick-and doing it all while wearing Gillet Sport Speed Stick-

Its sick that I buy into this shit-A consumer ****** who needs another hit-

Its unfortunate-

But it’s the way it is-

Thank you Hollywood Biz-Thank you Corporate big wigs-and thank you Uncle Sam-

Without you I wouldn’t be the product buying-credit card sliding man that I am-

And before I go-

I ask you again-

DUDE WHERE IS MY COUNTRY???

Richard A. Itskovich

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