Plastic smile on my plastic face
Like an old whore I am
Faking this emotion.
Oh. Oh, Baby.
Gutted like a fish,
I am devoid of all sincerity.
I am masterful.
Completely fabulous.
The newest in animatronics.

Out in the parking lot
Re-blacktopping
I'm right here
But I'd rather be shopping

Barbie under glass
With a cheap price tag.
There's always a new, shiny, pink accessory
And I crave.
Sawdust sustenance
Washed down with Postem---
If only you could find that one thing
You'd no longer be hungry.
I know.
I've seen you looking, too.

The more things change...

It is true that wealth has been greatly increased, and that the average of comfort, leisure and refinement has been raised; but these gains are not general. In them, the lowest class do not share...This association of poverty with progress is the great enigma of our times...There is a vague but general feeling of disappointment; an increased bitterness among the working classes; a widespread feeling of unrest and brooding revolution...The civilized world is trembling on the verge of a great movement. Either it must be a leap upward, which will open the way to advances yet undreamed of, or it must be a plunge downward which will carry us back toward barbarism...

This is as true today as when it was first written by Henry George in his book Progress and Poverty, published in 1879.