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. 

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