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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