ads for pretty poisons to eat and swallow
ads for plastic people to watch and follow
ads for ethanol to guzzle and drown in
ads for unaffordable automobiles, to swerve and spin
ads for insurance for booze cruisers who crash
ads for bail bonds or pawn shops that pay cash
ads for ads, so make your own plan
ads for companies, that hardly stand
on their own two feet without assistance
these ads are you, their hardly subsistent
begging for attention and seeking approval
ads for body augmentation
ads for what’s actually useful
without enough information
there\'s hardly nothing my tele, my phone, or radio station
not telling me to go fill up full until overflow
i’m stuffed, i’m stiff, i’m overstimulated sick
ads for conflict, ads for politics
ads for opinions, ads by the millions
ads cloud public consciousness with rottenness
targeting civilians, it’s information warfare
ads implicit meaning, the words you can’t say on air
ads sell you a serum for a sickness you fear
ads are the only reason that sickness is here
so i’m eating meds to cleanse my head of every ounce of originality,
consumption will clean me out, free to be conformity!
it’s not like ads cause all the awfulness…
my mammalian mind makes mistakes all the time
and this long “is-ought” illness is all god offered us
so i want to eat and drink whatever i want
the universe can only exist with my eyes to look upon
creation and my consciousness is beyond comprehension,
i’m a god alone in my own perception
but this external influence
when ads engage in dissension
i have nothing left but hedonistic intention
and my phone beams booze and burgers right in front of me all morning
all afternoon is the news… but war is boring
and by evening i’m seeing nothing but porn, drugs, and shoes
i hope ads soon replace educators
they add so much splendor
i’m a market manipulator
and they’re a time spender