They watch us. Always.

Billboards scintillated with neon
Dull bombardment of faceless adverts
There is a state of Inner Being
                                 Outer Shopping
-- Of mind, not product. Only credit
And plastic smiles.
The only thing to sell is image.

Do not read this line.

We are not people:
Voices for slogans;
Ad spaces &
Walking mannequins.

When was the last time you thought you could change the world?

          Where have all the bards gone?
          Gone from street corners every one
          When will we ever learn
          It only matters if it earns.

We can go rebel now; they have given us slogans,
Causes & catch phrases burned into the ether.
We can take down the signs.
We just need something.
Something new to fill
All that space with.