Lost in the Supermarket (a poem with footnotes)

War tanks

Armored fighting vehicles

The more that you add to them

The more they subtract from your soul.

While boasting great prices,

Costco and Walmart,

Amazon and,

Whatever comes next,

Will convince us we’re saving big,

By buying, bye-bye-ing the earth

Buy large, buy many, buy big.

And that Personality

It’s in there somewhere

If you haven’t found it . . .

Buy large, buy many, buy big.

These Death Star Superstores

Increase their Darth-grip**

In tempo with income inequality.

Whadda you want
When you gotta eat somethin’
And it’s gotta be sweet
And it’s gotta be a lot
And you gotta have it now
Whadda you want…

Lip-smackin’, whip-crackin’, paddy-whackin’,
knick’-knackin’, silver-rackin’, scoundrel-whackin’,
Income ineQUALity!***

Income inequality.

You might be poor,

But you can still be glutted,

With products and bodyfat.

Here they come,

to save the day! ****

Convince us we CAN make it on less.

The less we earn

The bigger the sales.

Big Stuff.

Big Stores.

Big Cars.

Big Bodies.

All we gotta do

Oo, oo oo-oo, oo-oo, is

Buy a little more,

It’s just a fucking store

That’s aaalllllll all-all, all-all,

All we gotta do.*****

Did you know you can fall into a tank, an armored fighting vehicle?

Hell,

You can work yourself into anything,

how can you get out of it******

Go.

Visit.

Shop.

Open your heart.

Do you feel the love?

[Neither do I.]