#consumers - Hello Poetry

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.

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Jan 19, 2015

Jan 19, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC

SimpleBeings

Take Pride In Your Work

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.

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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.

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC

graff1980

The Disease Of Want

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.

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This is a tale of the lives of fools who are wise a balancing act of love hate truth and lies. A carnival-style society pull up stakes no time to commit and contracts full of loopholes so there's always a way out of it. Nothing's for certain too many choices keep our heads raised high to see in a consumer's world that the grass is greener on every side. A lifelong love doesn't seem to be a part of this game of quantity not quality but in spite of it all I still hear love calling out my name. First I hear you laughing then I hear you cry the promise of forever then the promise of goodbye.

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Jun 3, 2025

Jun 3, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC

DanielTucker

Promise of Goodbye

This is a tale of the lives of fools who are wise a balancing act of love hate truth and lies. A carnival-style society pull up stakes no time to commit and contracts full of loopholes so there's always a way out of it. Nothing's for certain too many choices keep our heads raised high to see in a consumer's world that the grass is greener on every side. A lifelong love doesn't seem to be a part of this game of quantity not quality but in spite of it all I still hear love calling out my name. First I hear you laughing then I hear you cry the promise of forever then the promise of goodbye.

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