Ambush

By celticman
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If you don’t get by
Don’t ask why
Maybe next year
Shift your feet
Move on
Can’t you see?
Work harder
Become like me
Cleanse the dust
Sunny side up
You belong to me
And your raggedy kids
On that we can agree
We’ll watch they grow
Half-baked now
Don’t be alarmed
It’s been a bad year
Free?
People like you
Need told what to do
Creep on
Keep movin’
We’ll be in touch
No right-thinking man
Needs shoulder the blame
It’s the system my friend
Exploiting a trend
There ain’t no appeal
None of this is real
We’ll be watchin’
Come again
Thanks for shopping
Come again.
Thanks for shopping
Come again.
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Comments
Very clever use of all the
Very clever use of all the phrases we hear like these arranged into this structure. Such a very apt picture of our society - love the repetition at the end, it brings such beautiful emphasis to it.
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I agree, the ending has such
I agree, the ending has such a robotic- like sound to it and portrays our consumer driven society well.
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The remorseles pace adds to a
The remorseles pace adds to a sense of cruelty and despair. The cynical "my friend" is a clincher.
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