And miles and piles and rivers of worthless junk.

Running through our muscled legs

Tired of running, fucking, longing, craving;

With cigarette burns between our

fingers and blisters on our feet and thighs.

We scream with agony for mercy

Who are we here in this

blessed country?

What is our purpose underneath

the zeros and the ones?

Consume! Consume, I tell you!

Sweat out our dignity and pride.

Produce! Produce! Produce the

worthless piles of junk!

And crumble underneath the buttocks of society.