You see people walking by,
plastic bags and artificial smiles,
a good day to buy.

You are a consumer,
one of those plastic bags,
your zodiac sign,
you sell what you got,
you buy what you can.

Not now though,
morninglights are to buy,
nightlights you only sell.
What you can.

Not age and beauty,
that has long gone,
sacrificed in the name of want.
Later for need.
Now to survive.

Survive another day,
survive another night,
survive more wants,
survive more needs.

Till the day comes
when people will see you,
another body in the entrance of the local mall
with no name and future
only a needle and a past
in a bottomless bottle,
your zodiac sign.

A good day to die!