Good moods on sale in big chain department stores
I wish I had lived a better life
Among barbecues and gold clubs, attitude offered at a real bargain price
A steal for you as now you don't need to face yourself
Nor face the difficulty of self-improvement
I found happiness near the escalator
It was presented to me by a heavyset salesgirl in a red smock
Your version of time immemorial is muzak and misery and eating breakfast for dinner
Living a little but dying more in a sad worn out point of view
Clutching payment and myopia in a black and white fist
Gazing up at rows of packaged, temporary contentment
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