They seldom slow down
always running about
Focused on your wallet
what's that in their mouths
A deep smirk they show
one for every cent
Backing up for a discount
oh, how they lament
Wanting more
Showing me less
Bundled as they innovate
the workings of progress
They may be Apples
or Windows in Dell
Perhaps grapes from France
Belgium cheese in taverns as well
All packed and processed
marking their triumph
a capitalist's dream
so glad I got a quick glimpse
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