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.


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