Shelf Life

No more mirrors in supermarkets

No not even in the toilets

The eyes that fix on future eating

Packages avoid the greeting

Shift and stare in strangled fleeting

Glimpses of a life retreating

Onto shelves to be a part of

Human process

Now I'm just a product on a shelf

Saves me having to try to be myself

Here's the art of mass consumption

Eat the heart of self-respect

Put your feet up on assumption

And watch the adverts do the rest

Now 'Goods' are anything that's sold

And sold dictates a loss

Bottled up we sit reflecting

Life's expensive

Now I'm just a product on a shelf

Saves me having to try to be myself

No price is right for what was free

But now comes blaringly brand new

This bottled water taps the need

To wash the processed poison through

To what degree does quality

Now sink to pass its brief exam?

Whose sights were set to make us feel

So happy for so short a span?

The slaves who push the buttons

Greet the slaves who buy the stuff

We're on the path to madness

And can't get there fast enough

Now I'm just a product on a shelf

Saves me having to try to be myself