ads

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