Behold the BEAST  666, the true face of consumption,
A zombified monument of monster ambitions,
Rising like the inevitable  ***** tide,
Unstoppable and wide  deep inside  we ride  not to hide, devouring, with each new stride.
A thousand shiny  pink *** products scream in delight,
Luring the willing to the neon-lit night.
Tucked in the folds of glitter   by gold,
The hunger grows, the story untold. Sold !  Sold

From fast food chains to discount galore,
The never-ending quest for more, more, more.
best happy meal prize ever..
A size that's monstrous—  Spiro  Sized makes Jumbo look small and here you thought you were IN  as hopping mall.
both in might and in girth,
A MASSIVE  sturdy man's man *****
One of assured capitalism, for ALL it's worth.
The real gun
we all want to hold and shoot.
Squeeze my trigger
its such a hoot

**** on my twisted ambition, in  this rampant display,
Turning lives into transactions, day after day.

Plastic-wrapped dreams, promises hollow,
We march in line, content to follow,
In the consumerist frenzy, no thought of the cost,
As we devour and consume, lost  and embossed.
This cycle, a monster, endless and wide,
We feast on excess with, nowhere to hide.

So let us bow down, and worship the spree,
Come to Spiro on your knee
For in this world, we are but... the debris.
A zombified existence, where nothing is real,
Only the hunger for what we can beg borrow or steal.
The monster grows, and the world shall see
A gleaming  vibrating self lubricating reflection of what
we used to be ?
Only 7 easy installments of
$ 29.99
3  DD batteries ( not included)
All ***  embly required .