I am a Consumer Drone : Corporate America understands me...

I was molded to perfection
By a process that rivals natural selection
And puts "psychotherapy" to shame

But then, my psyche's not so hard to figure out
Put simply: I want to be admired
And that's the key
That my Master wields so perfectly
Let's face it: Corporate America understands me.

I wistfully imagine the admiring glances
I'll elicit with a Calvin Klein suit
And when Nike says, "Just Do It"
Well, I do. (Of course I do.)

In fact, I spend my days in a consumer haze
Anxiously pursuing my next acquisition
So when my Master tightens the screws another notch
I'm simply too tired to ask any questions.

I've forgotten what it's like to be alive
But that's okay:
You see, I've got my sights set on a Jeep Cherokee!
Yes, I'm a finely tuned cog in the corporate machine.

[poem by Sharon Preston]



[A sign reading 'Please Don't Steal What We Have Left' making a plea to would-be looters in front of a hurricane IKE-damaged beach, made me wonder: where is Corporate America when people find their homes devastated ?] [by peter tzeferis]