they stand on the corner
neon tinted hair and coffee-stained eyes
jittering to music heard in heads
damaged by ego, greed and bullshit
damaged by hands that hammer
words that clamour
afflicted and addicted to the noise
it's everywhere
blasting from stereos
heard from ghettoes
tentacles reaching the brain
through the ears
be this ... buy that
disembodied voices telling us
where it's at
buyer beware
the noise becomes our everyday
manipulating truth
telling us the way to live
the way to love
and all the other shit
that ain't worth shit
when you think a bit
what are we giving up?
our souls
our grace ...?
the corporate monster has no face
it only voices commands
while creating demands
they stand on the corner
surrounded by capitalism and corporate control
bleary-eyed and exhausted from want
embittered by delusions
of consumer deprivation
static electricity impulses the city
the background hums
machinations working the spirit
into binary awareness
punctuated with dollar signs
and symbolic wealth
in reality
economic heavyweights are
busily buying up tropical islands
in order to escape
the litterbox stench
of North American decay
don't worry people
(they say)
wear a happy face and invest in the future
freedom 55 is a carrot
(albeit a limp one)
dangling in our face
they stand on the corner
thumbs in pockets
plugged in
turned on
yearning for a bite
of the better life
oblivious to maggots
wriggling insidiously within the carrot
so fetid and embittered
is their want
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