Plastic Nation Poem by Cory Fox

Sound your cry
Night and day
Rich or poor
Ring me dry
All I say
More! More! More!

Plastic cards- good as free
Plastic face- who needs beauty?
Flat screen, blue tooth, Prada shoes,
Why should I not have them too?
This plastic world belongs to me

Flames to fuel
Don't care how
Give me fame
Give me jewels
Give it now
But give me chains

One more loan- or make it two
Soldiers die, avian flu
Homicide, jury panel,
Shed a tear, change the channel
Nothing more that I can do

Lost in thrill
Cheap sensation
Take your toll
Take my will
Plastic Nation
Take my soul