Bubblewrap Messiah

“Buy… consume… obey… smile.
I feel fabulous… don’t I look happy?”

Plastic crown on a silicon throne
Swipe the card, forget the loan
New phone, new shoes, new existential dread
“Limited edition” – get it through your head

Click the dopamine, watch the cart fill up
Drink the logo, eat the paper cup
Another algorithm knows my name
But I can’t remember… what’s a window frame?

I’m a happy little consumer! (HA HA HA)
Stuffed with ads and fake aroma
Watch me glow – biodegradable star
Inflate my soul until I… pop?

My reflection’s got a barcode on its face
Bought a “lifestyle upgrade” – now I can’t find space
For the panic in the pantry, the rot in the rent
“But the unboxing video got 5% consent!”

“Self-care is a scented candle…
Therapy is a tote bag…
My personality is a brand deal…
And God is a targeted ad.”

I’m a happy little consumer!
Digital crumbs are my last esteem
Look at me – I’m the perfect little slave
Blow me up and watch me… misbehave?

“MORE STUFF!”
“But I’m leaking polystyrene…”
“I’ve forgotten how to cry… without a subscription fee…”

“I’ve achieved peak happiness…
Look at my receipt…
It’s so long…
It wraps around my throat…”

Sound of inflating plastic.
Creaking.
Stretching.
POP – like a bubble.
Dead silence.

“Your order has shipped.”

End.