Homogenized dreams of exotic lifestyles
are strobing our attentions at the speed of light while
we're drawn into a whirlpool of promises
of brightly plumed and pretty experiences
whose undertows will drag us down a thousand drains,
sucking what breath that’s remaining right out of our wheezing brains.
Well they say:
"Smoke this smoke
and you can have this Girl";
"Drink this drink.
You'll be on top of the World";
"Wear this dress
and you can bag your Man";
"Use this cream
and you'll be younger again."
They'll use Bible illustrations of paradise
to dangle a hot-dog in front of you dressed in a carrot's disguise.
Emptily we gaze at the shimmering light shows
planted round the clock between our foreheads' furrows
until their velvet roots begin to intertwine
with our vanity's veins in a twisted design.
Prosthetics of the ego help us limp away
to an all-expenses-paid imaginary holiday.
Well they say:
"Drive this car
and you'll have sex-appeal";
"Take this pill.
See how much better you feel";
"Buy this scam.
Tony Robbins'll free ya";
"Buy this poem."
Well, there's an idea.
They'll use Bible illustrations of paradise
to dangle a hot-dog in front of you dressed in a carrot's disguise.
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