Buying What Can't Be Sold? Poem by Chuy Amante

What will we spend to get a happy spike?
Do we take, buy, borrow all that we like?
Does this stuff keep us happy, with unending smile,
or does it just drug us again, for just a while?

Maybe the happiness is in bigger and better?
Plastic surgery to enhance your look in a sweater...

What a trap that humanity falls for!
Leaving us hurt inside of your walls four

Free your self and sell your shit
make your money flow, away with it!
The formula given by the Master of Masters
to lead you to lush greener pastures