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Graff1980 Jan 2017
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.
Hunter Traver Jan 2015
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 hate my job
AvengingPoet Nov 2014
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?

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