My Logo is No Logo
Racing the shadows of your metal carriageGleaming past the signs of worship.
Bellowing under the stomach for the sign
Has led your hunger, blindly to a $5
Heart attack special.
Sponsered racings of man in green - red
Sneakers, placing a price towards every step.
Though not knowing what you own ends up
Owning you.
Disfiguring your looks, mirroring the model
30 feet above you.
Putting a price on your head willingly.
A botox injection massacre.
Friday night is family night, pressing your
Eyes against the screen of slaved marketing.
Brainwashed beauty, demanding a late night
Visit to Wal-Mart.
Nike or Abercrombie? A magazine page-flipping
Of joy.
A personal logo on your life, a corporate
Slave to the logo.
What you own ends up owning you!
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