Mr. M Man Of Muzak Lyrics

– A gentle lullaby for those who stayed behind –

“Would the parents of Seth Gibreel please come to the
information point?”

Shoppers hunting for bargains, best buys and yellow
stickers proclaiming “Buy now, pay later” swarmed the
white marble. It was already getting grey with ashes,
but consumers are consumers, not interior designers, so
hardly anyone noticed and even fewer cared.

“Would the owner of a black Lamborghini Diablo
registration number FF6–13 (double F six thirteen)
Please contact the information point? You are blocking
the exit.”

Trolleys got filled with whatever was accessible in the
monstrous shelves. The flat rattling of plastic could be heard near every cash register as all coins had been
collected or used by consumers to obtain devilishly hot
coffee and BeelzeBuns. Bon Appétit!

“Attention all shoppers. Our hardware department offers
very good deals on barbeque equipment. All deals are
today only and the supply is limited, so be fast. Thank
you.”

The clattering of hard wheels against solid marble and
the metallic shaking of badly produced trolleys
ascended to an inferno of sound as shopping hungry
people rushed to get what they needed for the barbeque
of their lives.

They were not disappointed.

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