The Persuasion of Price Tags
Money pricks the pockets of those who spend.
Dollar bills are exchanged for extravagant attire.
Red dresses seduce me to the changing room;
Eventually tempting me to the cash register.
The ring of a bell celebrates another purchase.
The beep of a machine signals the swipe of my card.
I sign my name on the dotted line;
Selling my soul to the green devil - consumerism.
The employee hands me a receipt that recites my contract, and tells me "Have a nice day."
I walk past the censors that do not wail of a robbery.
Away I go with a bag of dispensable clothes.