Several billboards reach out to me
A hundred shop fronts scream at my eyes
A million speakers deafen my mind
These numbers mean nothing
These pictures have nothing to do with me
These recorded voices mean me harm
They’re there to make me feel shit
Shit enough to buy something
Shit enough to believe their lies
Shit enough to take responsibility
Responsibility for what is shoved in my face
Responsibility for what is recklessly sold to me
Responsibility for their shit
I am defined by the shit I produce
Not the shit I am forced to eat
I am not defined by what I consume.