Without commercials, they seem to think
We wouldn’t know what drinks to drink
We wouldn’t know what cars to drive
They don’t believe we could survive
Without commercials, they seem to think
We would all be out of sync
What brands to buy, we wouldn’t know
They seem to think our thinking’s slow
How would we know just what to buy
Which airline to fly when flying high
What paste to use when teeth need brushing
What rouge to buy when cheeks need blushing
Yet, I remember life without T V
We did just fine, it seems to me
We knew just how and where to go
Without commercials to tell us so
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the pure truth of looking inward deeply and thus understanding how to live not needing insideous incessant suggestions on how to drink a glass of water fine work