I don’t stream down the aisles much.
There’s too much to see,
Too little well spent.
You can hear the clang between forgotten cents.
Get dazed by the colors;
The labels emphasizing uncertainties left and right.
“It’s the best ever dared tasted!”
I’m sure it is all wasted.
I’ll drag myself to the counter,
Re-evaluate my life choices.
What’s brought me here, to this moment,
To believe that what’s in my cart are necessities,
And what I left no more than vanities.
Consumption is king.
Re-purposing, it’s suppressed brother.
If that is the king,
Then call me an anarchist.
It is a life far less glamorous.