Enter the mall
Consumer! Enter the lair of despair;
The endless clatter of coins fills the air.
Shop! Buy! Purchase luxuries, sow your seed;
Daily, weekly, we watch you breed like weed.
Not to fear; approach our shops, helpless hare,
But dear, do come closer, don't mind the snare,
I might give some advice for you to heed;
Herein are naught but things you'll never need.
I'll tell a secret although I shouldn't dare;
Aye; we sold our souls with nary a care.
Why did we commit such heinous a deed?
Because only soulless salesmen succeed.
Poetry by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2006-07-21 at 00:16
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