Scattered things like lost souls Scream their futility. Trinkets and trash charged with endless possibilities. Illusions of how life could be better so, I collect scraps of waste masked as human invention New technologies, toys, and other luxuries Drive that dark spear of desire deeper into my being. Want is a sickness, a fever that cycles on and off. I have I want, I want I need, I need I get. I get I have, I have I want, I want I need A scary situation and in its pursuit I place myself in painful positions Paying with large chunks of my life. I get more and as it become easier. My urges get stronger and stranger, Joy becomes that much harder to find. Get it get it get it get it get it Buy buy buy buy buy buy Till the pile stacks up so high That I live and die inside The world of crap I bought. Once I start it is hard to stop And I become the sole possessor Of this sick collectors disposition.
Crap-tastic manufacturers thicken molasses, While the turkey workers burn by the boss shoppers. Consumers pay your bills and spit out your will, After they chew up the crews and disrespect the efforts turned black. Good intentions don't exist and content is what they expect. So take pride that your worth dies when your work is defined by the consumers ability to think they're always right. And remember that reason takes a slumber when consumers choose the seasons of the year they want to see.
i walk inside the shopping mall with all of the stores and the brands and i don’t have much of an interest in anything here at all why am i pondering my life and being existential more than ever as i walk alone in this mall i’ve never been this low in months what the **** is going on stop buying **** you stupid ***** do something else is my thought because you do not need all this **** find someone to hug or hold or talk to that’s the only way you’ll probably be okay because we all need someone to hold us when we fall down but as much as i love a book it is one-sided it does not respond a video game does not play back to you a movie cannot watch and comment with you a piece of clothing can only be worn stop buying so much stuff you’re making me all so insane and i feel more alone and depressed in this shopping mall than i have in months oh god i cannot stop you and it is your personal choice and i respect that but i still will question and ponder all this pointless *******
just find some people to hold onto… we’ll endure and survive... i hope?