Boxed Kill

by

Chris Lahren

Green ooze of a mile in hell, what we eat from boxes.
the processed possesions we call food...never to perish from
our lady earth, the food that lasts forever as it rests
in cryptic chemical mirth.
Long lists of slop and rot, what's preserved for you...
served to you...in a box or in a can.
Grab a bite to eat at ease...
lost hours of sweat and time into
this box again, and again, and again for you.
To hunt, hunt, hunt...for the coupons-
three for a dollar, what a deal.
Life or death struggle to sell,
the capitalist danger...
the bigger-more-the better.
Your life flashes before you,
in a box...to the bed-
to the box again-
DEAD.

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