Work & Consume

A cynical piece written from the plight of the 9-5er

WORK & CONSUME 

 

A world of spin in a whirlwind

truth married to lies, buried alive

in the same casket,

woven like wicker Hell in a handbasket

 

on the stair stepper to Heaven

a rat race, paper chasing bread that ain't leven

 

empty promises, endless vomiting

over consumed, no more room

 

belching & barfing

leave you starving for more

march into war

 

told to achieve happy

instead of just be happy

and grateful,

 

for who you are

or the existence of God

 

repentance is hard on a razor's edge

a close shave for the dead

 

make over or embalmed

it's all one big mall, that calls,

offering answers to your questions why?

with lies of significance, purpose, worth, and what existence is

 

Either God made your or he didn't

what is chance?, what do blessings mean?

wrestling with a binary destiny

 

digitize and Youtube the miracle

into viral individuals

 

with their flesh like meat raw

from the personal branding iron, sirens go off

when you try to escape the social network,

with independent thought

 

independent thought

independent thought

 

independent thought

independent thought

 

but the revolution wont be tweeted

or on Face Book prophesised

 

put your face in a book

you gotta read between the lines

 

the writting is on the wall in charcoal

because any text from enough distance begins to look like barcode

 

human cargo, the inventory of men's glory

created in the image of economics

 

products that promise

seven times

seventy sevens

 

disease offering the medicine

like Heaven is something you can purchase

 

distracted while magma surfaced

apocalyptic spring cleaning

skin peeling

and begins bleeding

 

now it hurts enough to call on his name

but until now it's all been a game

called "Get what you can"

it's yours if it fits in your hands

 

like sifting sands, life slips right through your fingers

as we linger in abundance, the redundance of

 

work and consume

work and consume

 

work and consume

work and consume

 

work and consume

work and consume

 

work and consume

work and consume

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the repetition of "independent thought"

drives home the fact that there is very little of that anymore...we are like a bunch of ants in broken ant farm...working, consuming, working , consuming...always wanting more but never being satisfied with what we have.
no contentment to just be, we have to strive to be just what we are not.