What if I had everything in the ads?

I don’t watch much TV, never have 

But sometimes I like to hear the weather report or to stream Dateline on my laptop 

I like to keep it short but you would think I’m tuned in to shop 

So I like to fantasize – what if I bought all the things that are brought before my eyes?

Gourmet cookies – chocolate chip / mint

They know how to hook me 

I might as well lease an $80,000 truck to transport all my things

And oooh, maybe an exotic-looking ring

And insurance!! Lots of insurance!

Toilet paper and laundry detergent 

I’ll need a real estate agent to buy a house for all my stuff

Good thing the ads tell me I’m in luck

There’s a 1-800-phone number for all my plans

Never mind if some are scams 

I’ll have insurance for that

Hmm, some Taco Bell 

I’ll never get fat – thanks to all the online prescribers for GLP1s

Ozempic, Mounjaro 

Skyrizi, Jardiance, Dupixent tomorrow

Pizza!

Amazon Prime will have my attention with all the new shows 

Subscriptions!

They know all my predelections

And my dog will have the best ingredient foods

I’ll need to go to Target to choose

I’ll buy some back-to-school supplies there that I’ll never use

But good thing there’s a Junk Removal company I can call

I better go ahead and buy some tickets for baseball

I’ll give some money to try to “buy” a politician

How their words glisten

I can buy some handbags, furniture, and soft clothes 

And for my house, new windows!

Time for some soft serve ice cream 

And another shot of a weight loss drug

If only there were something to end the tug – of consumerism

Our homes, our waistlines, our cars, our pets are stuffed

When is the last click, the last purchase ever enough?

I can’t take it!

It’s not even Black Friday

Maybe I’m jaded

I go through the house holding an Amazon box 

I dump a bunch of things in it, even some socks

I chop what little there is of my locks

Till the house echoes

And me and my dog go for a run

Out on the streets, there’s no one

They’re trapped in their houses or locked in cubicles

Time for money for stuff

Time for money for stuff 

It’s become all too usual

The keyboards and then the credit cards crunch

Till there’s no human connection

No fields, no oceans

I don’t know if the world will explode or implode

Ahh! But I’m letting go

Call me an environmentalist or a minimalist 

Whatever you wish

But don’t be murdered by the ads

Yeah, I said it and it’s bad 

Pursue something intangible

All the ads are filled with fluff

Don’t be a slave to all the stuff