Daughter’s first word was Coke
Her second was mummy
And when we saw all was good they branded her
With a barcode
So that when she finally stood up
It would be easier to pay for the goods
Stick your arm under the lazer love, wait your turn don’t push or shove
be consumed.
Even when I’m down
I buy a happy meal
After all who doesn’t want to be happy
Mcburp
I heard they tweaked it with Sertraline
It hurts
A new bizarre marriage
A king and burger queen on doped dollar
- bills on the hems and seams of us all.
- I chuck the plastic toys
- I just want the sugar shook shock quick fix
- Addicted.
And who of us was born immune,
when mother released into the branded room of delivery unrestricted induced
the bouncing package of hope joy untainted palloi  deduced
Hospitals have coke machines
Its outrageous, oy!
I said it’s outrageous!
Hospitals have smoking nurses
Its outrageous!
Babies being born to the bloodstream of branding.
The comfort of the logo stamped on purses
The understanding of a familiar friend
In the cupboard curses, I have run out
Peter Stoyvesant, John Player, Capstan corporation, Maxell, JackD, Mack D, DD, Fantasy fixture, french fancy free, Battenburg, Mcvitie, mc fuck up pity.
Lend a hand I cant unscrew the top
Need to be inside for a second fix, shot, co-cokeium emporium
I mix it with everything
57 varieties, but were all the same.
It replaces what we haven’t got anymore
Babies first words were coke
And they poured out
This embryo, this yoke already expects
And what should have evolved to protect
Has somehow grown to smother us
Technology and the advancement of the human race
Has just become a branding game
Miss adolescent,
Do you take red bull with that?
This intoxicating infiltration of every space
Of every single destination you happen to end up in
I hear red square has its very own Mc-Vodka
And who may dare to mix it
Miss twenty something is overweight
Her staggered words no longer straight
Any anarchy buckled under the weight of auto suggestion
She could not escape it
Not even in college days
When it pays to be involved in anarchistic ways
It will get us in the end
And 30 something’s don’t pretend, they yield
Starbucks creates the middle class playing fields
Of pseudo eco funshine
On plasma its painted all over the walls
Such modern canvas of static and electronic trickery
Its wonderful all this flash flickery plasma
The blip verts and the roll back of Asda
Make it feel so good
And with baby on the way
You know you should yourself somehow try to divorce it
But that would mean the outer Styx of places that are not practical to exist
Unfortunate
Your babies first word was coke
Its second it never spoke
It just typed its demands into the Internet.