One Shot: Help me! I'm melting!

i'd give you my two cents
but the gov'ment would tax it
so a penny for your thoughts
on this out of control racket

slavery is poor existence but
we do it at 18 plus percent
interest in our insistence in
owning stuff, we stuff collectors

ferreting away stuff in corners
and closets promising we'll
use it til we run out of space
to stuff stuff and need a
place, much bigger, which we
promptly insulate with more
shiny flashy new stuff stuffing
at easy monthly payments---

that three generations from
now will still be paying for,
all because some one once
told us that's the way you do it,
legacy-ing our children as
indentured servants---

i mean who can live without
a can opener pocket knife
GPS HDTV converting
vegetable juicer---act
now and get 25 fabulous
ginsu serated edged recipe
cards but only if you are
the first one hundred callers---

and we laugh, laugh cause we
would never be so dumb
as to buy something like
that but its really the small
stuff that adds up, but don't
sweat it---

BEWARE

street corner prophets peddling
plastic life sentences, little
hits until payday, feed the habit,
life waylayed, dreams left in
lay away---

it makes no sense, no cents,
innocence squandered, my
thoughts are geodes cracked
open, inverted, prickly on
fingers and played with by
children---

break free, break free chil'
while you still can
hear the jangling chains
in the massa's hand
run away, run away
you still can...

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