Religion of Plastic

The plastic floor is going to break,
And all the heavyweights will fall.
Going, going, gone.

Every shade, every color,
Can be yours so fill your baskets.

Buying your next life,
A supermarket salvation,
A magnetic stripe religion.

Every share of your soul
Can be bought and sold.

Forever is a long time,
A long time to have nothing.

I’m not a betting man,
But my life is riding on something more than the life of a rich American.

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