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Wow, look, we can save $500!

I wonder how much we must invest
to generate this savings.

Oh, I see.
We need only buy a new or used car,
which, of course, as everyone knows,
is something that we truly truly need, 
like a thneed.
Yet another car or truck
to insure and register and feed full of fuel
and maintain and repair.

And don't forget those exhaustive system screenings
to be sure you are not doing more than your fair share
to poison our over-exhausted and under-fed air.

Seems like too high a price to save so little.
I think we shall pass
on this less than overwhelming offer.

What's next?
Oh yes, the cell phone bill.
I wonder how they will help us save money this month.
I could use a direct line to God
about all this junk mail
and these bills
for services not so generously,
or even cooperatively, delivered.

I could save a lot of money
by not talking to anyone
and not going anywhere,
although I could not swear I have been going from here to there
for quite some time now,
and I could confine my thirsts to tap water,
which does not cost so awfully much
compared to cell phone liquidity.

But, to really save time and money
I would make a long-term commitment
to this reclusive lifestyle,
and downsize to an old geezer tricycle
with a cargo basket on the front,
and a Slow Moving Vehicle sign strapped onto my back.

Children going by would suspect me of false advertising:
Mom, look, he isn't moving at all.
Is he for target practice?...
Oh Mom, how could you possibly have missed him,
you drove right by,
his cap still flies,
carried by the wind
of our cadillac of sales.

Yet false advertising has itself become culturally addictive.
So much easier than owning up to what we really have to bargain-basement sell.
Which is nothing, I think?

Mom, shouldn't he be wearing black?
And shouldn't he have a long straggling grey beard
and black brimmed hat
and not that University of Michigan ball cap.
That's not right at all,
that whole situation of maladaptive addiction.
Better call the police,
the crazies got off pathology's reservations again.

I suppose it would be maladaptively psycho
to save all that much money,
and for what new or better fed addictions?
A person can only eat so much ice cream
without developing permanent runs,
and what else would I want to buy
with all that saved up money?

Regardless, to really really save money and time
it would help so much to know what for,
to what other alternative investments.

Divestments of habitual climate challenging addictions,
like anger management,
require much less raw will power-over
short-term thinking ego's autonomic habits
of mind and body,
when floating in new rivers of healthier adaptations
to Earth's resonant climatic opportunities
with ever greater power-with warmth,
invitation,
grace resetting kosmic karma's sights
from addiction within culture's BusinessAsUsual pathologies
in favor of Earth's felt and believed
beautiful polypathic truths
of timeless climate health,
yin within as yang without,
anima's spirited love-invoking
animus vestments 
of co-incorporated ecopolitical power.

Oh yes, I know,
let me fully invest in a new Recreational Vehicle
to drive and fly away from all this savings
of self and other and Earth,
never planning to return to this asceticism
without aesthetics of co-invested,
though curiously humored, pilgrims.

Looking for ever renewing ways
to save 500 dollars.
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