Market the Soul

I live in the land of the free Free to get fat, free to get poor Free to be a cable zombie Don't mind the electronic lobotomy Don't mind you squeezing my wallet empty, as long as I'm liking how you sell it to me Market my soul, put it in a pretty package What comes in that bottle, you say, will keep me from feeling old $19.99 is all it cost to own a bottle of Eternal Sunshine I live in the home of the brave Go spend that money, I don't have to save They give me credit to splurge coins I don't have Give it to me with low interest Always urging me to buy, to keep me in debt til the day I die Don't mind being pimped electronically Don't mind you squeezing my purse empty, as long as I like what you're selling to me Market my soul, send it by special delivery What comes in that bottle, you say, will keep me looking younger $19.99 is all it cost to own a bottle of Beauty Divine Marketing souls, paid for on the dotted line Their commercials won't stop calling you, til they have your very last dime Market the soul, profit is the bottom line Their commercials will enslave you, work you until you pay every last dime This poem was inspired by the works of the talented Phil Capitano. His two poems "Tags and "Lets Talk About Your Bums" were the touchstones for my muse. Thank you, Phil for your always inspiring creative genius.