I Wrote A Poem

[kerravonsen]

Empty Vessels

It screams at us "Go out and buy"
Until our goods will reach the sky
We never even wonder why
Or where our money went;
The song of discontent.

It swears ambition is the best
And only competition's blessed
And you must rise above the rest
Spend all in your ascent;
The song of discontent.

Relaxation's always lazy
Satisfaction must be crazy
We must never take it easy
For rest is time misspent;
The song of discontent.

It looks at a half-empty glass
Says over there is greener grass
Insists our gold is only brass
And we must now lament;
The song of discontent.

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(Because I am sick of feeling defensive about my lack of ambition.)

Comments

[feliciakw.livejournal.com]

This is one of those things that makes me wish LJ had a "like" button. This is so spot on.

I remember in grade school long ago (when we were learning to recognize advertising for what it is and not fall for it) that the purpose of advertising is "to create a need, and then fill it."

[kerravonsen]

8-)