With every flicker of the screen,
I grow fuller with wants and dreams;
My orders are clear, and I must comply,
Jolly, I intone the mantra of life:
‘I must have; I must buy.’
With every glossy page I turn,
The perfect boy, The perfect girl;
This is who you’re meant to be,
This is who your mirror ought to see.
Your destiny awaits the call of money.
Another sunrise to find a fiend,
Eight hours away from being a friend.
Every drop of sweat,
resurrects the teachers meme:
‘Work hard, and in the end, you will succeed.’
But ’tis but a dream,
for reality bites with the corporate creed:
‘Cats must feed,and the mice turn the wheel.’
Is this life’s ends?
My best days lost? A survival pay?
Spending my days as a slave?
How did I ever fail to spot,
This truth in my youth?
For is this not, my parent’s trap?