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But Who's Buying.

Contributed by lostrelic on Wednesday, 20th July 2011 @ 01:31:39 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Consumerism and product placement.
Sowing thoughts for later generations.
The golden arches the new cross.
Walmart a place of worship.

Are we the brands that we wear?
Does a man in a suit speak with more knowledge then that of a man in jeans.
Can your rolex tell me a better time?
Will that lotus get me laid...
Do I have to wear my label proud?
Walking like a peacock through the isles in the mall.
Watching heads turn.
Envy in their eyes as prada parades down my feet.
Looking like a million dollars,
on minimum wage lifestyles.

It's too hard keeping up with the jones.
My credit just can't take it.
Shoes are faded and worn.
Jeans held by frayed ends alone.
My ride is transit.
I have a hard enough time accepting that my life only consists of work.
Fun is for the poor.
I wonder if I sell out now would I get a good price.
I know the devil isn't buying souls any more, people are giving them away.
It's a sellers market.
But who's buying.







Copyright © lostrelic ... [ 2011-07-20 13:31:39]
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Re: But Who's Buying. (User Rating: 1 )
by ShambalaMoon on Wednesday, 20th July 2011 @ 02:38:30 PM AEST
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HA! I own those same jeans & every one of those frayed ends a PRICELESS memory of adventures past...

OneLove


Re: But Who's Buying. (User Rating: 1 )
by bigj on Wednesday, 20th July 2011 @ 09:21:22 PM AEST
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great write. keep on doing the amazing work


Re: But Who's Buying. (User Rating: 1 )
by The_Unknown on Thursday, 21st July 2011 @ 01:40:19 AM AEST
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Wow! I really love this poem.
It's great. I must say, I totally share the same view.
Much love,
T_U


Re: But Who's Buying. (User Rating: 1 )
by UNORTHODOX on Thursday, 21st July 2011 @ 08:03:50 AM AEST
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The truth is hard to swallow
and our society is this shallow
the sadest thing is this starts at ayoung age
I can remember being in the fourth grade
and the children are sicker than the adults with it
a truthful, knowledgeable write

-UNORTHODOX




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