Society these days

is always out

to sell you something;

shoving TV packages

down your throat

faster than you can

find the remote

to mute the sales jargon

for the sixty pound a month ‘bargain’

and they don’t even stop to listen

to you explain

you don’t own a TV.

People these days

are always out

to sell you something;

eager to compare themselves

to models not here anymore

you might not cold call me

but you still knock door to door

asking to be invited in

to feed me statistics

of how our potential partnership

could earn me so much more

whilst your boots

walk in mud

that now covers my floor.

But for all these selling tactics

I think I’d rather stay poor,

for every material upgrade leaves me

just as faulty as the one before.