Consumer

People of plastic
And elastic bands
Pitiful meals
From cold steel cans
Derailed planes
Trains that never land
Addicts blessed with restless hands

Rich and richer
Picturesque scenes
But nothing matters
Can’t you see?
The third eye
And the I in team
The virtues of kombucha tea

There will soon be nothing left
What went up has all been spent
What came down has all been bought
Consumed without a second thought

People of plastic
The statisticians
No motivation
Let alone a mission
Sleeping on the sidewalks
Silent in affliction
Bottled up, short-spoken, broken in a schism

Fluent in fiction
The influencer
Heals her spots
Lifts not a finger
Dressed for summer
In the heart of winter
Finds her centre but never lingers

There will soon be nothing left
What went up has all been spent
What came down has all been bought
Consumed without a second thought