#consumer
People scurrying everywhere
To get to wherever where is there
Wherever there may be for them
And then they all come back again
Constant motion
No time to play
No time to stop, or talk or stare
Or hear the music all around
As their shoes patter on the gound
No time to waste a minute there
Must rush on , no time to spare
There is here and here is there
As they rush to buy their wares
I saw one there or was it here
Much cheaper than the one elsewhere
So I go back to there again
To find it gone so I'm here again
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 2:33 PM UTC
Three meals a day, a new sportscar
A weekend away to places afar
Chains of gold and diamond rings
A pool, a garden, a house fit for kings
A new shiny thing thats all the rage
Your photo on the latest front page
A bike, a boat, a camping bus
A bank account with a great big plus
Will we ever be satisfied?
Or will something new catch our eye
And **** the cash out of our pocket
faster than a speeding rocket.
We toil and work all day long
To earn the money that is so soon gone
On things that we don't really need
To scratch the itch of our civilized greed
Minutes to hours, hours to days
Our given time soon slips away
and all that we have then achieved
Insignificant now, for we must leave
One day, too late we will realize
With failing Breath and weary eyes
That true wealth is measured
In the currency of Time
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
There's something calming
About Westfield before 7.
There's something beautiful
About the lights without the noise
The space without the feet
The ads without the shops
That allows me to pause in the quiet
To walk my own path
To make my own decisions
And keep my wallet secure
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 2:27 AM UTC
Bedroom walls affixed with infinity lights
Resting ***** face
Couldn’t pay her lad to crack a smile
You’re in my dreams too much of late
Excessive Botox and lip filler
Her names Sarah but she’s more duck
**** I know, I can’t help but drill her
Son Jack is her whole world bro
Whole weekend at his grans though
Your anxiety isn’t real
Maybe you should smoke more ****
Tenner deal all you’re good for is to breed
Predatory high interest loans
Cold callers give me the chills on the phones
Am I in a dream or am I the dream?
You’re in my dreams so much of late
I can’t grasp the concept of reality babe
All I see is your ******* beautiful face.
How am I meant to succumb to you all?
Instant gratification sector
Tap into the void along the hall
Haunting my dreams just like a spectre
Gigi Hadid’s exquisite chest
Speckled with unique freckles
Don’t even come close to your best
She loves me with every plucked petal
Mandatory dating app
Small talk just doesn’t quite cut it
How about get under the table and **** it?
Let’s be totally adventitious
Now that to me sounds delicious.
Am I in a dream or am I the dream?
You’re in my dreams so much of late
I can’t grasp the concept of reality babe
All I see is your ******* beautiful face.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC
Let me feed you, they say
Sat in a puddle of *****
Our teeth are barcodes
Our bones are meals
Let me heal you, they say
Then they take yet more
But Im not slowing down
(You can't when you're poor)
Let me show you self, they say
And pawn their own breath away
Enlightened in pure white light
Blue eyes of divine right
Let me educate you, they say
From the vacant room never left
Of fathers' touches never kept
And dog-eared pages of contempt
Let me, let me, let me
As if I am able to escape
Push me, push me, push me
As if its only me that shakes
Violently, violently, violently
In a regime ripe to break
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 9:51 PM UTC
Man is the spider and the fly,
Caught in a world wide web.
Human nature is a toxic rain,
Filling invisible clouds with data.
One day we will eat each other,
As we drink our poisoned air.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 5:43 AM UTC
Laughter and leisure as free will flows
Attention fades in this comfort zone
Chatter with chewing, mixed between both
Unknown senses tickle the throat
More than a stutter
Chuckle has froze
Esophagus tightened
Pretense to pose
Raising some questions
They already know
Air flow now closed
Gasping as no space left kept for breath
Eyes turn to water bloodshot entry blocked
Unimpressed to be consumed by death
Slapped to the back
Less access this isn't a test
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 1:32 PM UTC
Selfish are the flames of the candles,
They don’t want to share their light.
They are waiting for miracles,
In the coldness of the bitter night.
The light will come,
When it suits them.
They are giving,
When they are receiving.
Bare the light for those who wish to seek it,
Hold the hand of darkness and bring it into the light.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
We work to spend
Do it all again
Masterful marketing
designed to **** you in
Caught in the riptide of desire
down the sea of consumerism,
If you happen to fall in
you better know how to swim.
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
Walmart on a Sunday evening
Feels like my brain
At 4 am
Every thought looks well made
Until I hold them
And feel the lack of substance
And then I realize
How many people I let in
That only came for something to do
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
Advertise my soul,
capitalise from my sins.
Dig the earth for coal,
a market built for kings.
Suppress for your control,
fill your life with things.
Abolition of self-control,
a life attached to strings.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 3:31 AM UTC
All our lives are we cultivated—
Cultivated by birth,
Cultivated by parents, friends, teachers—
By ethos—
which in turn cultivates the identities which we don—
In search of a self.
Cultivated by Earth—Irrigated by Love.
All so, to be purchased by Death—
A ripened Consumer.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
I want to live, but
I want to crawl inside my past.
Personal history
will set me free at last,
regardless of what burns my tongue
as if it's on the cusp of being said.
If I find my womb again, well,
good enough for me, I guess,
that I will have won.
I want to live!
I want to crawl inside my mind.
I haven't found dogs that write scripture
for all that I've searched.
While I realize it could be,
I ask myself, "How long will you toil
in the name of agency
all to find
someone to take your shame
and make it palatable?"
Trend is set from continued action
My inaction left me numb and blind
The trend is set that my earthly distributors
May take of me as they find me if I'm turned off
The trend is still the same as the dreams
My grandparents had for a better world
Trend toward full automation
Fine for '56
What am I doing now?
How do I live without
knowledge?
My distributors and keepers
kept me wet
in their fluids
using my blood
before but
They will not win this war.
I commit myself to sit and reconnect.
If a hand offers me happiness,
I'll ask, first, Which conglomerate?
If my choices seem chiseled
In the mint of coins
And the choices fit perfectly opposed
I'll remember my nose and sniff
Out the metals that fund this war.
I'll ask then, Whose coin is this?
And it's not ungrateful
When those with all the excess
Try and rule the world
Because of how bored with
What Is they've become
And exactly absolute
Well, what if
I decide there's no war?
Well, what if
I bow my head and take a knee?
People of my same society will laugh at me,
And chastise my every thought before
They say, for sure, "It's just how it works."
Then either crush me from high
Or forget me and play State of Decay
Until they forget how much they're worth.
I hold.
There is no war.
This is not a game.
This is our Existence.
Fragile at best.
This is beyond
Humility.
This is actual
Neglect.
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
"How are you today"
"Good, and you?"
"Good, a bit chilly out"
"Ya, at least the sky's blue"
"Well, how can I help?"
"Oh, I'm just looking around."
"If they don't fit, we carry belts."
"I think I'll just take the gown."
"That'll be twenty two, thirty five"
"Can I just swipe my card?"
"Sure, your ID looks nice."
"Thanks don't get too bored."
Rehearsed conversations
Fitted like a mold
Commodity interactions
Just doing what you've been told.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
I can’t enjoy the present
I’m busy waiting on the future
Working hard to produce
so I can be a consumer
And my consuming habits
have made me decadent
Keeping up with the trends
in hopes of being relevant
Waiting for the next fad
to infatuate our mind
Mindlessly ******* up
our money and our time
Timelessly circling in
repetitive motion
Going through the motions
and coming to the notion
That life's too short
to let it pass you by
But now time has passed
and it's soon time to die
And oh my
Give me something
to distract my mind
I liked the way things looked
before when I was blind
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
My debt-ridden past,
more than I asked.
The transactional present,
less pleasure, more torment.
An easy-payments future,
more payments not fewer.
So many give-aways,
at a price I cannot pay.
It's neo-consumerism,
with the soft bite of fascism.
We're infected by the bug,
so we take
the offered
drugs.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
Such dissatisfaction
For so little reason.
Much complaining & whining,
Crying & begging;
Pulling hair, tight fists
And gnashing teeth.
Consumer Zombies stagger
Into the Stop & Shop,
Shop & Go,
Buy More For Less-
Sale, Sale, Sale!
Salivating glands & bug eyes;
Our hands grab more than
Can possibly be seen.
Our skin stretches tight
As white elephants stampede.
Why can’t we all
Just Stop & think?
Take a drink of the cool morning
Air and buy in the sunrise?
© Lesley Wood
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
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.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
A mannequin of flesh and bone
fallen from its pedestal
disappears among the turtlenecks.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
Signs for shopping
pollute the night
with their gaudy lights
pointing to my next
great buy.
But in my head I hear
the poor souls say
you do not want to
come this way
cause if you see my pain
you will have to change
or face your shame.
But I hide myself
inside my house
while the tv shows
our upper class,
high rise,
high life
that I can buy.
So, I work my way
into a community
of iron gates
and golden golf carts.
But in my heart
I hear the music play
songs of sorrow
free ranged runaways,
immigrants,
refugees
longing to get
just a fraction
of what I already have.
But with enough
music, and movies
I can distract myself
quite easily
so I don’t have to see
my own inhumanity.
It’s great to be me……isn’t it?
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
I'm an Amazombie in denim and fog,
Black and blue, and twenty-two:
a millennial with an oppressive blog.
*** money, and hipster brains --
condomless, rudderless, token.
I like the way you like the way
when I'm completely broken.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
I'm
drowning
in light,
In blinding light:
Lights on cars; and buildings;
and lit up trees lining lit up streets;
Houses with sills all lined in gold
And diamond; silver glitter glued onto mould;
Street lamps; and laser pointers; and
Towers; neon lights dotted with flowers
Of plastic sun; hoardings and billboards,
With bright teeth and skin and red words
Everywhere you turn,
Telling you what you want
And never knew you wanted;
Shop windows; chandeliers;
Presents for that time of year;
Cell phone pylons with twinkling,
Bright lights on top, like Christmas trees;
Christmas trees, with stars and angels
Speckled, Frosted,
Dusted on the tops;
Disgusting glare on sunglasses,
And a smiting gaze along the arms;
Bridges and fountains with gold poured on;
Platinum bands in every size, laying all forlorn;
Bedside lamps; and taxis; and taxi stands;
Every window, but the ones
Being jumped off of;
TVs and refrigerators, opened
Thoughtlessly at night;
Screens shooting onto impassive glass
That used to be faces;
Cameras, going off in quick succession,
Quicker than you can keep up;
I'm drowning.
We are taught desire, in light,
We learn to read in light
and scarlet letters of fluorescence
We are blind,
Now that the road is paved for us,
To the light that was before.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC