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.
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