01/11/2018 – 10mins
Its fresh, its crisp, its clean, clean as the air we breathed.
Look! Brand new! Mine! Mine! My very own!
You can hardly repress a giddy and excited moan.
Or maybe I am wrong, you do not see the way we are deceived.
Fresh buds of spring. New and Improved! The best yet!
By all considerations you’re overwhelmingly pleased
To see the suffering, being left behind, eased.
But why do I worry these needs will never be met?
The fruits appear around us, more bountiful than we saw
Last time when we were here. When there was nothing.
But we were still there, clinging onto something.
Our bare, desperate knuckles, bleeding and raw.
It is worth it, of course it is. All expense is lost in the mist.
Forget the world, the others, you deserve this!
Its on sale now! A chance you cannot miss!
Checkout. Pay. Confirm. Another fucking materialist.
‘Madness’ by Joyce Kilmer