An Ode to Advertising

In my dreary dreams I walked alone
Down a path of shimmering stones
Under the glow of a neon light
I had a peek of the peons' plight

And in the faint light I saw
Believers before their prophet
Straining to hear his every drawl
His promises of power and profit

"Fools," I scorned, "You have no idea
Ensnared by woven webs of lies,
You forsake all that is truly dear."
Alas, none would hear my dire decry

So I trod on with a sigh
His will I could not defy
And so it was and always shall be
But who am I to judge to this degree?