Ease of Purcha$e
Coupons falling out of thin air
A mild miracle for the pouting soul
Too busy working the seven to eleven grind
To compile 95 theses against the market church
Swiping cards and collecting not coins,
But faces,
All for the sake of ease
That they may find convenience at their leisure
Perhaps baby products for those little ones
Destined to grow old in a world run by bits
Constrained by the whims of bytes
That may be exchanged name and number
For dead man’s paper
In a land where less is suicide
And any attempt to quell the perpetual progress
Is heresy
Faces marked by birth
Toddlers trampling onward through life
Born to careless hands
Careless ideals
And a careless way of life
Perhaps posterity,
Some distant relative of man,
Will look back upon the age of convenience purchase
And lament the fate of those untold billions
Whose lives, unsung as they were,
Were left as but grease to the wheels
Of an overfed yet undernourished
Machine
