To Market To Market,

Screaming at me. Screaming all the time,
All the fucking time.
Ravaging the landscapes of my mind.
Oh my fragile mind!
Oh the barking of the hawkers invades my very sleep.
A cacophony of commerce to bring me to my knees.
Keep me wanting, keep me dreaming of that which I have no need
Indecent propositions, unclean and quite diseased.
A hysteria if images.
A lewd display of nothingness.
A cruel disgusting emphasis
Perverts all of that which I posses.
Its stalking me, assaulting me,
Cultural assault and battery.
Plaguristic, voyeuristic, debased, depraved, completely twisted.
Picking at me, poking at me, mocking, grabbing, leering at me.
Whispering into my dreams and in my waking constant streams of dire and trite suggestions, bland and ugly things, ill conceived convenience.
A trillion salesmen scream,
Screaming at me, screaming all the time.
All the fucking time.
Dismembering the pastures of our lives.
Oh our precious lives!
Reduced to mere consumption, unthinking dumb compunction.
Need it want it get it have it.
Spent it lost it waste it trash it.
Design it, market, package, sell it
All the way to hell and back its
Screaming at them screaming at their minds
Oh, their flowering minds!
The sweet untainted gardens of their lives
Oh our childrens lives,
Are desecrated annihilated
Crapped on, conned and then castrated.
A global search for what is not
Of consequence, intrinsic rot.
Is decaying in the corner. Its stench permanent and vile.
Its moulding spores now spreading,
Its evil always treading
Heavy on the psyche,
Crushing to the heart.
Controlling Deluded sensibilities,
Suggesting sick activities.
Poison pens, tragic tunes, purile pictures
Vast extremes so big ,so bright.
Flashing, strobing 3D shite
Is every where and all the time.
Is deafening, it mutes it blinds.
Is screaming at me, screaming at me.
Screaming.