We plunder the earth,

For all it is worth

For our twenty seventh new

Pair of shoes, to sit unused,

Upon the rack.

They don’t really fit,

But we can’t take them back.

 

Put it on the plastic, dear.

Never fear. We can afford to pay,

Starvation wages

To foreign workers we will never see,

Who put guinea pigs in cages,

Before they eat them for their tea.

 

It’s the basis of capitalist economy.

 

We plunder, we steal, we ruin, we spoil,

We take the goodness from the soil,

And measure our progress by margins of growth,

Though we only need to consider ourselves.

Our consumers have the right to choose,

To buy yet another pair of shoes,

To put on their shelves,

And never use.

 

Never fear.  Never fear.

Put it on the plastic, dear.