Reality Poem

Everything must go!
Buy to fill the hole,
The gaping gap within
Your worthless little soul.

'Cause we're just paid,
And we just buy,
We all stack shelves
Until we die.

Why? It's simple.
We're all want and need,
Always got another
Mouth to feed.

So we ask this question:
To buy or not to buy?
We conform and live,
No peace until we die.

We're just slaves of the media,
Following a carrot on a stick.
Building our own prisons,
Brick by brick by brick.

We're worth less than nothing,
In this world of greed.
We buy this useless branded trash,
That we could never need.