shiny new things.
“I’ve heard the name, “Tesco,” in a pop song once. Never been, though.
Can’t help but wonder if those are filled there the way they’re filled here… How do I mean? Fill them with things, they fill them up to fill their soul. And I’m not talking food. Phones and toys and the latest new gadget you just have to, must have. Shiny and new, animated that, sometimes it glows and it talks, too, you know. Line around the block before pushing and shoving, inside the doors under the tubes, glaring and crazing and making them mad.
Capitalism at its finest. Or worst. Depending on your perspective. Fine, if you’re the titan. Plebes fucking fighting each other to put money in your pocket or into the fund, raising the stock. Keep the working man’s wages low. Adjust for inflation? “Ha!,” they laugh. No need to do that with all of these shiny, new things they can buy. Just enough in your pocket for the things and fast food. It’s worst if you’re woke. Woke to the warming, the banks, and the warnings. Islands of trash, landfills tower high covered by green to mask circuitous masses beneath.
Problem is, most folks are blind. Willful ignorance, man. It’s a hell of a drug. They call you a goddamn hippie if you step out of line. And in the meantime? Here we are in the middle of a cleansing… I never told you?.. Earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, global warming and that shit? That’s Mother Earth cleansing herself of us. I’m fucking glad, I gotta say.
I’m no fucking nihilist, now let me be clear. But what good have we done? Sure, there are highlights. Moments of our humanity, potential. Most of it, though? Misery, man. Which isn’t to say I’m giving up, either. I really don’t think I can ever stop fighting and I certainly won’t ever shut up. Hard to have hope, though, fight the good fight, the way they fill those things up to fill their souls. So beyond that now. Won’t be long before the whole fucking Earth is full of all of those shiny, new things.”