Sunday, June 22, 2008

Low end people

As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this one will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.

Slight re-write 20/07/2010

Low end people, living low end lives.
Searching the dollar stores, for a two dollar thrill.
See the gleam in their eye, as they snatch their prize.
Foreign made plastics that should have been steel.


Wal-Mart people, in a Wal-Mart world.
Shuffle along in stunned shell shocked silence.
Slippers dragging, muumuu flapping.
Don’t get caught between them and the discount bin.

Low end people, living low end lives.
Just yesterday, they were not that way.
Living the good life, in suburbia isolated.
They had it all, their Japanese SUV car.
Their made in Taiwan stereo, their Korean TV.
Everything they own, everything they have.
Even their home if you look at the back
Says made in anywhere, except in their own home town.


Wal-Mart people, in a Wal-Mart world.
Shuffle along in stunned shell shocked silence
Slippers dragging, muumuu flapping
Don’t get caught between them and the discount bin.

We are low end people, living our low end lives.
Always blaming everyone else for the mess we are in.
Always complaining that “someone” should fix.
Stunned eyes watch as prices soar.
Minds baffled as the wages drop.
Bodies stand in shock, just another casualty of vanishing outsourced jobs.
Never imagining, never realizing, with our greed to get it cheep.
We are just undermining ourselves.

Wal-Mart people, in a Wal-Mart world.
Shuffle along in stunned shell shocked silence
Slippers dragging, muumuu flapping
Don’t get caught between them and the discount bin.

Low end people, living low end lives.
Staring intently, enamored with our foreign made TV’s.
Watching carefully crafted mind numbing reality drivel.
Designed to keep us appeased.
Always ready to select a new savior to next come rescue us from ourselves.
Each making fantastic promises with fresh new old lies.
Traitor to ourselves
Traitors to our people.

Wal-Mart people, in a Wal-Mart world.
Shuffle along in stunned shell shocked silence.
Slippers dragging, muumuu flapping.
Don’t get caught between them and the discount bin.

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