Julian Petrocles Proctor-Jones,
Has 'Spend spend spend' ingrained in his bones.
His cheeks are tanned and his hair, streaked-blond,
Off like a fish in a goldfish pond,
He rattles around consumer-hopping
Where the cash-till's jaw is a yob pill-popping.
Between his ears there's a row of stalls
And the light of a thousand shopping malls
He never wears clothes for more than a week
His pants are Gucci, his earrings, chic
His brain is soft but his cred's fantastic
The God who feeds him is store-card plastic.
He's a football star and his balls are high
His one delight is to buy, buy, buy
Julian Petrocles Proctor-Jones
Has flooded the market with yuppy clones.
They don't read books and they don't need fables
They open their jackets and study the labels!
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