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Beware of the Consumer Paradigm


You are NOT your job…
You've got to stand in line,
Get your shoes to shine,
Get to work by nine,
Just to sell your time.
All to maintain
The consumer paradigm.

Shop, shop, shop til you drop;
Shut up and shop!

We have to question why we should work - consume - die, and the media big lie that our work can buy a piece of pie-in-the-sky of a system whose time is nigh.
You cannot deny that excess supply causes investors to sigh, and to keep prices high they will comply that bulk dumping apply, whilst starving people DIE.

Why, why, why should they die;
To keep prices high!



You are NOT the clothes you wear…
Tiger Woods can mime,
The corporate line,
For his shiny dime,
But his t-shirt design,
Is a another bad sign,
That he's a fashion victim,
Of the consumer paradigm.

Shop, shop,
Shop til you drop;
Shut up and shop!

Just don't forget, that the clothes made from sweat are part of the net of Third World debt that the jet-set beget without regret.
In fact they bet on dry or wet and what they'll get, for a market upset.
The kid that wove your carpet or rolled your cigarette will never get to learn their alphabet in case they get upset at being a sponsored pet you can buy on cassette, and then forget.

Buy, buy buy; buy 'til you cry;
Work, consume, die!



You are NOT your Grande latte…
If you look behind the fine wine,
With which you dine,
You will divine,
The reason and rhyme,
To the market sublime,
Is it's ultimate connection,
To the consumer paradigm.

Shop, shop, shop til you drop;
Shut up and shop!

Where's you coffee from? Does it smell of freedom, or is it from a bomb dominated kingdom with a pogrom against the condom?
We have to question, more than electoral boredom when the poll is run in tandem, with some seemingly random world menacing phantom like Saddam.
We have to awaken, aware the bacon we've been making has been taken, by book-baking hand-shaking and corporate faking, covered by media muck-raking,
But we are not forsaken, we can get them shaking.

Strike, strike, strike; strike for the right;
To live how you like!



You are NOT your bank account…
The corporate design,
Is to malign the benign,
To make it a crime,
And give you a fine,
If you ever try to challenge,
The consumer paradigm.

Shop, shop,
Shop til you drop;
Shut up and shop!

The middle class presumption of salvation through consumption, relies on the assumption of a media malfunction that misses the junction between systemised wage reduction and capitalist over-production.
You can buy a t-shirt but not the solution to global pollution, when the world financial institution lacks a democratic constitution and reform stifles revolution.
Cause we don't need a globalised market correction but a total cross-cultural insurrection!

Try, try, try; try for the sky;
Give it a try!

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