Ground floor and it’s all on sale,
They got wares to sell you all.
Feast if you like, the food is stale,
Obey, weak, siren’s call.
Discounted dreams and clearance love,
Everything you want under one roof.
All for you unless ‘push’ meets ‘shove,’
Wallet bare, case empty, bears the proof.
Yeah, you sold me too,
On these things, people will do.
Sold me up, washed me out,
Outcome never in doubt.
Sold us all on snake oil,
To make us slave and toil,
Sold me on the poisons,
You get when you boil over.
Refused purchase, sent for return,
A true fire sale, watch it burn,
All based on what you ‘earn.’
Non-buyers need not be concerned.