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Consumer |
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| Written by Gregg | |
| Wednesday, 26 March 2008 | |
| Last Updated ( Wednesday, 26 March 2008 ) |
Behold
I am consumer
Destroyer of worlds
When I am home at night
I drain the world of its light
With every minute I commute
Oxygen becomes more dilute
I cannot walk, so I pollute
Whenever I dine I level the land
But that's ok, ‘cause it wasn't my hand
That swung the axe
That felled the tree
That broke the backs
Of people like me
It's ok ‘cause I can
live large
Be in charge
Spend, buy
Kiss the sky
A dollar saved
Is a dollar earned
Is a dollar spent
Is a dollar turned
Into the stuff I need
To appease my greed
I work for success
To buy the stuff
That relieves my stress
Happiness is indulgence in lust
But that's ok because in God I trust
Thus, it only seems fit
That I should devour the Earth
And not give a shit
I am consumer
Destroyer of worlds
Comments (3) |
![]() 03-26-2008 23:52, Only one thing doesn't make much sense to me: 'Kiss the sky'? Apart from that, this is a pretty good poem, about something that is sadly true... » Reply to this comment... ![]() 03-27-2008 04:12, I like this, simple and direct, a real mockery of consumerism » Reply to this comment... ![]() 05-10-2008 11:42, The fourth stanza was my favorite. This is unique in it's meaning and verses. I enjoyed the inconvenient truth. » Reply to this comment... |
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