Bargains

Was time to obey the calendar in commercialism

by a trip to that maze in materialism

where the nest of salespeople

would wait in their retailer realms

to offer you the cracked vases of dreams.

 

Course you had to be careful

so you didn’t get lured

into that labyrinth of lawyers

who lurked in layers of leech loincloths,

ready to lasso with their legalize lariats

and drag you into the den of depraved declarations.

 

If you avoided that obstacle

there still was the gaggle of gossip gnomes,

those cluster in columnists

that wanted to impale your brain

using nails of newsprint.

 

Beyond those barriers

resided the mannequins of meaningless media mystics,

they thrived on wearing masks of misrepresentation,

loved to feed on feigned facades in fashion

before bringing a banquet in baloney.

 

Once more we were placed in pits of prevarications,

happily snacking on those appetizers in assumption

served by the snakes of solicitation’s seduction,

which hewn out our heart with hatchets in hollow honesty,

gleefully charging us countless coins from our consciousness,

treated as a bargain though it butchered our bliss

by its bounty in bloodletting.