Buyer beware
Oh, you're in for a scare
When I tell you your hair
Does not need that much care
That your phone
Doesn't need to cost
More than your home
That those things that you own
And you don't even use
Are as faulty and paltry
As what's on the news
That your new pair of shoes
Is the bare feet of poverty,
Your right to choose
Is some Lot in Life's Lottery
Stocking your shelves
With the Keebler Elve's spells
And stuffing your stockings each year,
Jingle bells
Someone else's expense
Isn't worth your two cents
You dispense it like dreams
Of the white picket fence
While the industry picks at your pockets
Unheeded
Insurances claim extra coverage is needed
To breathe and to read
The fine print on the label
Approved FDA chemical
Farm to table
Just turn a blind eye
To the advertise lies
Inundating your eyes
With disguised dollar signs
Like some supersize fries
Fill you up for five minutes
Then leave you as empty
As when you first bit it
The infinite Amazon
Shopping mall pantheon
Built to the corporate gods
Of Emoticon
Keeping you spending, and clicking,
And liking,
And posting,
And boasting,
But mostly just psyching
You out of reality
Plastic-wrapped packaging
Boxed in a fallacy
Now shipping free
Who they want you to be
Just a product to brand
For the others to see
You consuming it all so
Conspicuously