If you believe in reincarnation
Then you may ask the lord
Not to return you as a consumer
Better for you to burn
Return to ashes or you may as well
Return as a mule or a bleddy jackass
Which is a beast of burden
For that?s what a consumer is
I don?t know who in tarnation
Arrived at such a dirty word
For the consumer is not any user
But the little man who try to earn
Eke out a living and can tell
About life when you belong to the mass
Being watched by the Warden
Who thinks only of business.
The sharks and sardines
Fat, lazy pompous cats
Who think it?s the duty
Of the consumer to support
Them, their vices and heirs
Pleasures, pastimes and mistress
Thinking they have the darn right
To squeeze out that little extra
As done by juice machines
And later using them as doormats
Still ruminating from their booty
Oblivious of their purport
Because of contempt, greed or fears
Refusing to fight or mess
With Naders who have seen the light
In commercialized North America.
The rich cannot be called
Consumers, for their wealth
Has escalated them beyond that point
Where their feelings are numbed
Their attitudes are carefree
Their conscience is smothered
By luxuries and fat cheque-books
They have in other words, lost contact
With the consumer and walled
Themselves out by stealth
Turning a deaf ear rather than anoint
Another, but being succumbed
For they look but never see
Not wanting to be wooed
With hearts like that of the crooks
Becoming very mean and exact.
If one doesn?t know where one?s been
How can one know where one?s going?
Born with oral silver spoons
With Cadillacs, sipping cola and rum
Whereas consumers are simple folks
Living close to the good earth
Embracing that mundane quality
Of respect for nature
Where they see and are not seen
And give without any preaching
Although they may be called buffoons
They will surely go to God?s kingdom
They are caught up in every hoax
Because of their humble birth
Thriving for only a simple prosperity
And their honest stature.
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