Selling out.

 One of a kind

In a world that

Tries to suffocate

The unique,

Steals it's essence,

And plagiarise it's soul.

Then mass-produceds

The stolen goods,

To sell as a life style,

To make you think

you are missing out.

To cheapen someone's very existence.

And make it profitable

For the shareholders.

Until they find someone else

To steal their life.

To rob them 

And sell 

What's not theirs. 

Money makes the world go round,

And cheapens

Stripping away authenticity,

In the hope to make it 

Easier to sell.