I’ve become accustomly numb To the drum beats of commercialism To the tempo of its jingles To the tremors of the economy So I haven’t changed a thing And I keep buying Coca-CoLane BryAunt JemIMAX Payne Killers Over and over until I die With doctor and family hoping for comfort With only moments of life left They make me numb. Is it robbery or humanity? Where’d my choices go? Why’d I defer so many to a collective corporate conscious?   Continue reading The Beat Goes On