Buying the Package

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You're buying the package,

You're buying the dream,

You pay for the ads

On the television screen,

They sell you a story,

They sell you a mood,

But what they don't deliver is food.

Colors, preservatives,

Poison or not.

Just so it sells

And is sure not to rot.

Colorings, additives,

Nothing is real,

No sensible maggot

Would call it a meal.

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Movie star glamour,

The ad man's display,

Pay at the check out

And take it away,

The package it comes in

More nourishing far

Than stuff in the box

Or the jar.

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The label it reads

Like an alchemist's dream,

You look at the contents

And what does it mean?

Profits for business

And nothing for you,

But sugar and grief,

And a wheat flake or two.

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Refined till its tasteless,

And taste added in,

The stockmarket rises,

Executives grin,

They'd never get rich

If you ate what you should,

There's profit in ads

So why bother with food?

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Movie star glamour

And slogans that stick,

What do they care

If the stuff makes you sick?

Big corporations

Have better to do

Than think of the health

Of the customer, too.

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