Commoditism  -  Animosity

What  is  the  capacity  of  our  lives  

How  much  shit  can  we  fit  to  satisfy  the  fetish  

Of  material  commodities  

Possessions,  the  ruler  of  happiness  

I  can't  resist  the  overindulgence  in  this  shit  

In  order  to  truly  understand  our  ridiculousness  

I  would  have  to  been  stripped  

Taken  away  from  my  ever-growing  mountain  of  bits  

It's  not  just  a  disorder  of  the  rich  

It's  nearly  American  to  be  stuck  in  this  ditch  

Even  when  the  majority  is  living  in  the  pits  

At  what  fucking  point  can  we  agree  that  we  really  have  enough?  

As  the  mountain  forges  upward,  we  suffocate  in  an  abundant  heap  of  our  own  chattels  

Assets  like  a  drug,  to  satisfy  

Sufficiency  is  a  dream  

The  modern  perception  of  adequacy  is  a  fucking  disgust  

Desire  is  an  infinite  void  with  out  borders  that  can  never  fulfill  the  eternal  lust  

If  only  we  could  see  the  boundaries  

Perhaps  we  would  be  able  to  draw  the  line  to  separate  what  we  truly  need  

Self-gratification  seems  to  come  wrapped  in  plastic  

With  a  price  tag  on  it  and  every  fucking  store  seems  to  have  it  

We  are  told  to  soak  it  up  

To  keep  a  full  cup  

And  this  is  considered  a  blessing  

What  the  fuck?