There’s safety in numbers
People like, a lot
Manufactured badges of honour
To identify the have and have not
Driven by elitist compulsion
We gladly pay more for a logo
Flaunting are excesses
Our compatibility is on show
The snobbery gets worse as we get older
Their cars and clothes to be seen
Centre of a self-centred universe
Vain posturing obscene
They say, you just got to get it
The is things you can’t do without
Life is being crammed into boxes
You are either in or you’re out
Dressed to impress
Somebody in a name
Oblivious to the obvious
Underneath we are all the same
Samey samey same
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