Broke with Expensive Waste
In this day and age where the world is so bleak, don’t you miss a better time? A younger, more youthful time? Perhaps a more… nostalgic time? No need to track down a genie in a bottle to grant you this wish! Nostalgia is selling like hotcakes, so don’t miss your chance to hop on the gravy train of memory lanes! Shocking, isn’t it? How we always seem to know exactly what you want when you’re wanting it? So predictive! No time to look down, just look straight ahead at what I’m gonna show you next instead! I can see that look on your face. You’re interested, aren’t you? Well, no time for delay! Ándale, ándale! Products, payments are all in your face. Accept them now, before they go to waste! Your strapped in now, no way to escape! So sit back and embrace the fate of this consumerist mace! There’s no crux to this dilemma, the crème de la crème is in that sweater! It’s got pockets galore and works well in any weather! There’s no time to remember, take a bite of this clever… wordplay designed to make your mind jump to pull the lever! There’s no space to recall, you might trip and have a stall! Take this raincoat if it gets gloomy in this coming autumn fall! It’s got pretty patterns and awesome painted paws! For all the girlies and sir-girlies that will give me their money. That didn’t rhyme, the dissonance is a chime… of its own, a new strategy for the elite, the divine to implement in their lines, their scripts, their shrines they’re worshippers of a god that’s so unique in design. But enough about them, let’s talk about you! What makes you the user, that can be exploitable too? Give me your data, sell me your lives. So that I can learn best how to tingle your spine. And get you to buy, so much that you die inside. And your eyes get so dry, cause you have no tears left to cry… through. No vessel to occupy, because now all you need is my wine or my slime, or my shoes. It’s all grime, it’s all grime, that I wipe off with your notes, I’m your most glorious host. You cleared all my stock, yet I still have the most. And when I bask in my glory, and shower in gold. You’ll wake up and realise you’re the one who was sold.
But I can always get you back if I want to. That’s the fun part about nostalgia. It always takes you back.
Thank you. Thank you for healing our little world with your trinkets when our thoughts get a little too loud. Thank you for understanding what we need and shipping it right to our door, so we don’t have to leave the house anymore. Thank you for supplementing our struggle with your hastily made medication. Thank you for choosing us as your target audience and thank you for using us as your profit machine. I hope our careless money will feed you and your shareholders for generations to come. I’m just thankful that you were able to overcome by pushing us further down. We’re your crutch, and that’s okay. We were never meant to be anything else. I’ll just be here holding my sensory nighttime talking glowing plushie until the end of time. Feel free to continue on, I’ll be here if you need me again.
Hey… Is it too divergent of me to ask you a question? Before we were profitable to you… what were we to you? Oh, that’s right. Retards. Speds. Spastics. What changed? Oh, that’s right. We became marketable.
Why don’t I just walk into your office, and you can just fuck me right there, in front of everyone? Right on the glass, just push me up against the wall and fuck me. Show everyone what you do to us, every day of your miserable existence? Wouldn’t that be the real sensory experience?
If nobody’s going to say it, I will. If any of you pathetic, corporate shills pretend to understand our struggle just to get us to buy your overpriced garbage made in factories by overworked, underpaid slaves, I hope you feel the weight of your soul deteriorating within your body every single time you sell us down the river. With every transaction, a drop of acid crystalises deep in your heart. You don’t feel, but it never goes away. You people don’t deserve a fancy metaphor. Just like we don’t deserve your respect. You can keep that.