Pink Cup

Shivering outside of a store
During winter to wait in the snow
Just so that you can clash with
Other exhausted sheep
Wanting the same
Flimsy pink cup that you
Saw trending on the internet

It is a reusable trinket, not diamonds
Or the secret to eternal youth
This pink plastic is proof
Of how animalistic we still are
If it is not Cabbage Patch Dolls
Or pet rocks with a leash
It is the latest phone or computer

Causing people to burn their money
That they need for rent, just to be cool,
Just to feel a sense of belonging
Putting yourself into the red
To follow a trend that won’t last
Why are we like this?

To want something is not a crime
But it has to be what you desire
Not what society expects you to buy
But an object that adds joy to your life
Not another bill to pay off later

Constantly chasing the wind
Falling deeper into wet sand
Following what is popular will leave
You as empty as that pink cup
The same pink cup that holds nothing of substance
In the end.