Shopping Around Poem by Randall Livingston

I purchased an item and I was happy
for about a minute.
There's just no percentage in it.
They make it like crack.
Buy it and send it back.
You're now a gold star member!
Meaning you just get higher,
than the average buyer.
Your eyes dialate
as you anticipate
the bid ending.
Respiration increases as
one reaches for the little
card used for spending.
It's not coincidental that
you used to chop your drugs
with a gold card.
Cloaked in privacy
it's commercial onanism.
Climax comes with the
buy now button.
Remorse with confirm purchase.
Just when when did a modem
become the new vibrator.
But wait, there's more!