I am not a brand
Alone Here I stand
Am I in command?
Nay, not in this land
Advertisements Swirl
All around I twirl
Anger built, fist curl
Seeing red, I hurl
The sole focus me
A campaign to see
Where the limits be
The ends, of my glee
Dopamine, my friend
A means to an end
To fill wallet bend
Polyfiber blend
Manipulation
Wrong medication
Depreciation
Across the Nation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nicely written and deep poem, Kurt. Thanks