Can't

Owned and Defined
Buy objects
Slave to latte foreplay
as goals fade away

Nine to five
Everyday

What's the point?

On point
But morally broke

Spiritually maligned
in consumerist times
Things shackle my mind

Become dreams
Come dreams

Of adverts
Possessions

This
that
Her

Hallucinogenic sick psyche
Is this the me
of actuality
Or has that receded
Reality façade restored

Can't think but can spend
to no real end
While pounds ease the pain
and lessen the strain
Happiness disappears
Utopia gallops away

Live another day
in the box of my life
And dream of success
that will never arrive

cpr