If there are M&Ms in the machine,
I'll eat them. In this way, my health's in other
Consumers' pockets, slipping change between
The slot and diets primed to drop another
Slim package, litter sealed for freshness tossed
In heaps of yellow tartrazine and reds
Stamped by the government. The weight is lost
Officially -- the forms are by your beds
For you to sign; be sure to stay away
From colored ink, and keep your nom de number
As legible as practical. I stay
Beside the snacks malingering, then lumber
Off, pocketing the moistened dollar bill
Still unaware the lines were standing still.
1 comment:
Your use of so-called feminine end-rhymes threw me off, making it more difficult, but whatever, I guess.
La, how do you manage it, but the city and all its deadness oozes subtly through every unseen pore until I am weighted by it, while contemplating our consumerism and wanton abandon of the health of the environment, not to mention our own.
Lovely and all too interesting tribute with great imagery as well as being too beautifully thought-provoking. A snapshot of how many souls' lives, eh? Apt, too much so. Excellent, I suppose, aye?
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