The Consumer

Mass production... Our excuses run the conveyer belt...

Packaged up in lies and deceit...

This side up...

Shipped through out the stores of our forgiveness... Fragile... Handle with care...

Products designed to make thing better...

Momentarily... Care I barely...

Layered thick with bubble wrap...

With each and every pop I grow closer to becoming...

Cold, the machines... Steel and metal...

Working endless in this cycle...

Feeling nothing... Making everything...

Fall apart as u unwrap them..

Cheaply made.. A piece of crap..

Slim...my patience...the consumer...

To say I'm still here...just a rumor...