Supermarket of Malice, English Existential poetry

Let me compare, for myself,
Post modernity to a garish
Supermarket's mediocre wealth.
Barcodes, products and prices.
Special offers, discounts,
On all the world's vices.
I half swagger, across this
Cleansed tiled floor,
Past the thieves
And through the poor,
Bargains beckon at me,
Nihilistic, contrasted,
The tired jargon of luxury.
Humanity is wasted.
Trolleys haggle mechanically
For space in the aisles,
Rattling my journey,
These are my trials.
So listen up, robots,
Stacking your shelf,
Read the hand
Your malice has dealt.
No, put it aside,
Just cast it away,
The past is over
When I cared what you'd say.
But this isn't a rhyme
Of greed, famine and death,
Take back that crime,
I'll keep what's left:
Like, love, joy and my senses.
Hang your receipt and your expenses.

top of page