the call of the mall…

Some thoughts I jotted down while cross-boarder shopping and waiting in the dreaded cheesecake factory lines.

like rats in a cage
or mice in a maze
wherever the sales sign lead
I go where they say to go
joyfully letting this wallet bleed

what a steal
we beat the system, got a better deal
got something shiny, something new
by trading in the old
who knew it was actually my soul they stole

worthy cost savings,
or a life worth living,
I’m not sure, which one, we want more

here we are in line
at the cheesecake factory
waiting for this darn box to beep
watching others go in before us, patiently
filing in and eat and pay excessively

this is life, life in the mall,
they’re all busy buying stuff,
yet I too, am one of them
and i just can’t wait, till it’s my turn to go in.