by Maria Francesca
we are bears building traps
and fish carving poles.
we are cannibal cattle
chowing down on six dollar burgers
on our way to the slaughterhouse.
we are slaves
rushing out to buy ball gowns
made of bloody cotton.
we are cashing our walmart checks
and spending them on walmart crap.
Posted on 12/15/2013
Copyright © 2022 Maria Francesca
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 12/15/13 at 08:42 PM|
We shop as much as we can in locally owned stores. But one must admit if you shopping for some things it does pay to go 'walled' place. Unfortunately it is hard to find a place with less qualified workers.
|Posted by Linda Fuller on 12/16/13 at 12:38 AM|
we have met the enemy and he is us - Walt Kelly
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/18/13 at 10:59 PM|
You've got us pegged, Maria. Thanks for this.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/19/13 at 08:52 PM|
Isn't this suppose to be one of the seven signs of the Apocalypse??? Seriously though, this is an excellent addition to that genre of human social pessimism, that repeatedly appears throughout history.
|Posted by Tony Whitaker on 12/21/13 at 06:09 PM|
Very clever Maria!