Conspicuous consumption,
No barriers to your dog like drinking,
you come without morals,
or moral objections
to wallowing in muddy waters of stuff
That we don’t really need,
As they wallow in muddy waters,
Drinking dirt, like dogs,
Sucking up the stuff of death
That should give them life.
Whilst we search the stars,
They die of thirst, and starve.
Human? Animal?
Who is what, I wonder?
The conspicuous consumer?
Looking to the stars
Devoid of the humanity to save them.
The animal like drinker in the mud?
Who would give their last everything
Even as they die of quenchable thirst.
Human? Humanity is dead.
It died on the rack of
Conspicuous consumption.