Tuesday, February 5, 2019

‘Down the Aisles’

Down the aisles they go,
Looking o’er the finest goods
A factory can furnish:
The spicy Dorito,
And the orange-dyed Cheeto;
Black-and-white Oreo,
Whose sugars cannot stand against
The velvety-soft circus peanut;
A cracker of wheat grown lovingly
With glyphosate
And baked affectionately
With EDTA;
The ecosystem nourished
By packs of gummy worms,
The fluorescent bulbs above
And concrete slab beneath;
Where the temperature holds
At a chilly sixty-eight
No matter what the calendar says,
And the seasonal flow
They indicate
With a pumpkin plasticate;
Its perfect product,
The ever-angered


Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!

Anathema to the Union!

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