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Consumer, the Driver or the Bain of Society


The objects, they come and go 

The reasons? Do we really know?

I see, I hear, so good, it appears 

I go, I buy, until the item's secure

What drives this action? Is it good or foe?

I tell myself simplicity and trying to improve the flow

When I feel the need to justify

Am I being honest or trying to lie?

These questions, they may seem absurd

But it's what fills my head when I'm feeling submerged

How often do I buy and replace?

I can recall a time or 2 in this place 

Is that enough to be deemed a consumer

and if so

does that make me less...

or is he simply a sore loser?

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