Poem ... Consume For Today
We move forward
Like a witch on a broom
Chanting our fixes
As we approach our doom
Like a witch on a broom
Chanting our fixes
As we approach our doom
Bubble, bubble
Stir the mixes
Of growth and greed
And our pretend fixes
Stir the mixes
Of growth and greed
And our pretend fixes
Consume on
We sing our song
More things to buy
More places to belong
We sing our song
More things to buy
More places to belong
We stir the pot
The skies turn gray
We chant our denials
And turn away
The skies turn gray
We chant our denials
And turn away
But saying our chants
Things to be OK
Don't worry about tomorrow
Consume for today
Rabid Poet
Things to be OK
Don't worry about tomorrow
Consume for today
Rabid Poet
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