MON£Y WORLD.

I see millions of adverts,
Every single day,
Gracing tips of skyscrapers,
Plastering the subway.

Shameless advertising,
To rope me in, to keep,
Pages down the street ways,
Posters: heap upon heap.

The television blaring:
Guilt inspiring noise,
Donate a little money,
And straighten up your poise.

Just a little penny,
It's for the greater good,
A guilty smoke inside me:
I know I really should.

The advertisers know it,
They've got it all on me,
Know just where I'm weakest,
And pry that tiny fee.

At this rate I'll be broken,
With nothing left inside,
And I'll need charities,
And swallow all that pride.

They'll have sucked me bone-dry,
No money in my bank,
And when it comes to this,
Advertising? It's you I'll thank.