Plastic bars

These willing slaves that trade their lives
for shiny, pretty things
Trading in their freedom for the fleeting
joy they bring
Shackles made of plastic, but harder to
flee than steel
No matter what they tell you, this modern
slavery is real
Financing loans without a care, to those
on minimum wage
The bars may be invisible, but your
still locked up in a cage
It used to be more blatant, raiding parties
and slave ships
But now the people enslave themselves,
no need for chains and whips
A faustian bargain, for once you’ve signed
they own your soul
And keeping up with the jones’s, will take
your life from your control
But hey, it doesn’t matter, you’ve got
a brand new SUV
A surround sound home theater, and
a giant flat screen TV
A million flashy gadgets, made to save you
so much time
A state of the art alarm system, for now your
scared of theft and crime
Forget the fact you hate your job, you’ve
made it in the world !
You’ve claimed a part of this great life, your
flag is now unfurled
Your house looks like a showroom, there’s nothing
that you don’t own
Well technically the bank does, for you still have
that massive loan
But don’t let that upset you, its not good to
dwell on gloomy things
How about some shopping, and all the
happiness it brings ?
That will get your mind off all these thoughts
that bring you down
Gather up your credit cards, lets go and
hit the town !
And off you wander to the mall, the mecca
for consumer junkies
And you want all the things that you don’t have,
little well trained hairless monkeys
You build a castle of shining crap, a glittering
facade
And you push aside the emptiness, with practice
its not hard
And hide away from all those things that make
you see the cracks
And you never see the chains that circle you
and hold you back
And you celebrate your freedom, not realising its
all been loaned
And although you borrowed the money, its your entire
life thats owned