In Ad Equate

It seems it's really comes to something as I glimpse on a TV,
This myriad of messages barrelling at me;
"Still your wobbles with these pants, use this cream just to enhance
The pallor we've created with our advertising rants."

Did you notice that imperfection? Have you a big enough erection?
Are you toned and muscled as you ought to be?
Are you bald in the right places? Ladies! Have you hair-free faces!?
Are you everything thing we're telling you to be?

We'll find each tiny crack, every confidence you lack
And install a few new worries all for free.
Did you realise where you fail? Oh thank goodness, now on sale;
A fix to this synthetic malady!

Are you happy? Are you sane? Are you living free from pain?
Did you know it isn't normal to feel sad?
But we can sell a super pill to mute those voices oh-so shrill;
The ones that point out all you could have had.

Let us tell you what you're worth; a cash cow built from birth
To wind the cogs of profit and of greed.
We'll highlight all your woes, from your head down to your toes
And from your store card purchases we'll feed.

Still beyond the glossy mags you seek to further my debasement;
Hijacking counter cultures for further product placement.
Faux rebellion; Rise Up comrades! We believe!
As hollow as an Easter egg, sold on Christmas Eve.

My hair, it may be thin and I have pimples on my skin
But I don't need your magic putty just to fill my wrinkles in.
I stand proud and I stand tall and ignore the siren call
Of your potions and your lotions designed to make us all feel small.