You have it all, but it won’t suffice. You need my comfort to feed your vice. Your consumerism of the earth Has lead to nothing more than dearth. We’re impoverished in a different way. I don’t feel like working today. When was the last time you felt proud? When was the last time you spoke out loud? Driving your thirty thousand dollar car; No destination; don’t know where you are. You’ve seen the best movies through the years, But still you lay there bored to tears. Pursuit of happiness left you numb, Gram by gram, you consume, it’s so dumb. Time-saving devices take up time. The very things we create, we mime. Killing our future with our progress, Becoming machines in the process Like a cannon ball, the things I bought to fill my cup Shot a hole inside my heart. I just can’t get enough. We only need a little more to keep ourselves sane. (I wish had some medication to ease this pain) With everything we have we find ourselves thirsty in the rain. (The irony of consumerism: The more things we have to make our lives easier, the more complicated and meaningless our lives become.) © Brett Andrews | 
