Poetry, Writing

Consuming

What’s so bad about all the trappings?
Aluminum wheels, particle board chairs,
boxed candies at the foot of the machine
That gives visual cues of what it costs,
Assembled fixtures give rest to consumeristic paraphernalia
That you simply must have,
With catchy song invading ear,s
As it mingles with fluorescent lightwaves;
This room is so sterile it’s killing all the life,
But why?

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