The Advert Cries Poem by Sam Jones

Buy me buy me
The advert cries
Check out the spin
The cunning lies

If you want beauty
This advert will suit you
Status supplied
For a reasonable price

Beauty’s not for you
Well never mind
Power aplenty
This promotion implies

Manipulative motives
This advert hides
Guaranteed happiness
The product provides

How can my brain compete
When you have it all everything I seek
For a price seaming small
I must have it all