Sad, the needs so focused on the plasti-shit.
Swarms of people after boxes of gadgets like
They one day will for cans and jugs of sustenance.
The haves are on the tail end of their itinerary.
Soon we'll all know...
The slave train's a coming
And there's plenty of room for
Us all.
Chug the gravy while you can because once that turkey dies
It's all you'll have for dinner.
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