I am the existentialists dream in advertising.
I am the buyer, bought in buying, the sale and the sold in selling.
I am in the life worth living.
I am repetitive, retooled themes in the advertisers eye.
I am cash in their pocket, the expense account, the profit.
I am in a stream that is dwindling, in an ecosystem collapsing.
I am pollution.
I am in the body that is dying, I see no point in lying.
But I feel high most of the time.
A coke can full of adrenaline.
A burger cleaned with chlorine and an ego in need of a new car and patio furnishings.
The dividing cell, someone's vision of hell.
Christian religious indoctrination, the Muslim, the Jew.
I am in the lost, the lazy, the greedy, uneasy man.
The walking the forever talking man.
I am the endless repetition of advertising.