I Am the Consumer

I'm standing in the supermarket isles
Wondering,

Did I ask for boxes of chocolates the size of the sky

Am I a consumer

I trip over a child
He screams on the floor
Demanding some toy 
His mother Can't afford

The Christmas lights
Strangle my neck

Fake boxes beneath fake trees

I curse under my breath

Did I ask for a Forty pack of crisps 
Or a triple pack of coke
Am I the consumer of this mess

I want to break in at night
And douse this place in petrol
To burn the shelves of my unrest

Did I ask for this distraction

I'm not about to pour myself once again into this November of pretend

That everything is fine 
It's not, We are all blind from the lights we never asked for

I'm sick of it, I'm sick of denial
I want to pluck out my eyes and send them to the corporate men
A message for them
That I will no longer pretend

But I will, my daughter, she doesn't understand as she poses for a picture Infront of a Christmas stand.

How long can I stand here
Before people begin to stare
I'll move along and grab a pack of beer

Consume consume consume
My words are wasted
Drowning in tasteless faces

My words are wasted

Drowning in tasteless faces

I am the consumer.
Of this mess.