Oh, what a beautifully displayed menagerie
color coded, sized, organized
thoughts like pretty folded paper
in shapes of pure delight
slopped onto trays in buffet monotony
shuffling lines with minds mesmorized
in all you can eat self-defeat
begging second helpings
from the man with spatula and ladel
greased with beady eyes
staring down the starving children
as if they’d had enough
yet all the while he knows the fatal
truth of what is in the food
an antidote to consciousness
that keeps the fools aloof
from the world and from themselves
swept away in fantasy
carpe diem minds distract deception
from their whithering to bones
How shameful all these loaded shelves
victims of economic tides
fresh potential dust collecting
expiration loosing time