Like crabgrass in an unkept lawn, 

they pop-up everywhere. 

They are those endless innumerable dandelions 

needed pulled each and every year. 

 

They are candy to those who can afford 

to spend the green in their pockets. 

A sparse piece of chocolate 

is given to their creators.

 

But to those who avoid them, 

they are like alcohol and sex to the abstinent. 

They become a needless pause 

forced on the always ticking clock of consumer society.