The Western Body

The Western body is a precious
commodity
Infantile and chronically servile,
Barely alive, it strives, not to feel deprived
In a world, in material overdrive.

Driven by fear pretending not to care
What if somehow we could have it all?
The house, the car, vacations afar
Before hitting that 50 wall
In urban sprawl

Business would cease to exist, without the body
Dress you up,
Slim you down,
Put the hair back on your crown
Pedicure this, manicure that
Flatten your tummy, suck out the fat.
Make you smart when you're dumb

Sell you a toilet that can freshen your bum

Feed you veggies, feed you meat
Fit you for loafers for your feet
Clothes for hail, clothes for sleet
Never shall you feel complete




Always leave them wanting more
Just make sure
They live near a store.
Keep extra cash in hand
It's almost too perfect
Like it was planned
Get a plastic card or two
One for the Missus
And one for you

                                       

Remember when...                              
You had a story at bed
You said your prayers
Then said amen;
Mommy tucked you in,
Kissed your little head,
You got under the covers
Beneath the spread

Way back when...
Life was so simple then
A yearning was called a yen  
To live in a world that's pretend
Where all needs are fulfilled






For yourself, you don't have to fend
While others lives completely descend;                            
Into chaos with which they contend

Reckoning; such an ugly word
The mere mention sounds absurd
Wrongs must be made right again
Enemy made into friend
Because all good things must come to an end.