It was the bookshop that lured me into the Mall,
like a best friend taking me to see his drug-dealing pal,
A temple of things I don't really need
Delis' and Tellys'
Food and stuff
Stuff the food
Grazing people having a munch,
making rash decisions based on a hunch.
One more credit card
one more stone (around the neck)
of the drowning consumer.
Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we'll be on the telly bailiffs taking our goods.
Us empty belly.
The planet tells me that most 'goods' are bad,
They won't cure your void
They might drive you mad.
The joke is on us
the cameras are on us
Have fun with the bling while it lasts.
We used to gather around the telly now the Telly gathers around us.
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