I watch robots move
Like iron filings
Magnetised by adverts,
Buying into capitalism's
Magnetised by adverts,
Buying into capitalism's
Grace and favour mantra:
Love is measured in debt
That takes till November to pay off,
Skint boasting of drowning under
A tide of big receipts,
As if a pre-teen needs £400
Worth of micro chips and solder.
A tide of big receipts,
As if a pre-teen needs £400
Worth of micro chips and solder.
Passive aggressive adverts
Push guilt in the guise of love,
Soundtracked by slowed down
Faux sentimental pop songs.
High street dealers
Sell caring and sharing
As this year's must have,
Like the latest trending toy
Or 52 inch plasma toaster
That burns pictures of Christ
Onto 8 bits of bread at once.
Or 52 inch plasma toaster
That burns pictures of Christ
Onto 8 bits of bread at once.
And as a nation we tacitly accept
Our festive fate,
Join shopping spree
Queues to buy stacks
Of plastic to appease people
Who pop round once a year
To get pissed for free
Then swap shiny boxes
Full of last minute tat.
Queues to buy stacks
Of plastic to appease people
Who pop round once a year
To get pissed for free
Then swap shiny boxes
Full of last minute tat.
I feel sick to think,
This festive day's hi-jacked,
Swapped like unwanted gifts
For a day of waste for waste's sake.
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