Stupormarket Poem by Gary Diamond

There is a building.
Brightly lit on the outside
Brightly lit on the inside.
It's a beacon
Temporary haven to many.

It invites and it takes a little too much.
You visit to take but a few things
Yet empty your wallet upon leaving
The temptation was great and easy
The indulgence was welcome and warm.

You see, as long as everything has a soft subtle hue or overtone
Than the temptation to empty your wallet seems less overblown.
You enjoy wasting money, then wasting what you took.
It was in direct competition
With the lesson of the old book.

To be wanton is to be temporarily complete
Until the gush of guilt returns to consume you
And you remember
All you've had and will have
Are just devices of distraction.

Take a trip in your car
To the place where
Happiness is objects of choice in a basket
Happiness is handing over a series of numbers.

Renders the users in some kind of stupor
Self-imposed and escapable at any moment.
Glamour of the wonderland
Even the famous cannot resist it
The lure
The bait on show.