Saturday, October 1, 2016

Poem

I am a citizen of the world,
which means I'm powerless
except for whatever I hold
privately close to my vest:
my thoughts, attitudes, values.

Given all this, freedom
amounts to wiggle room,
existing under the radar,
disappearing from authority,
minding my own business.

Traps are everywhere, usually
called a Sale or Free Sample
to feed the insatable appetite
of our consumer culture,
measuring souls in dollars.

If you buy, you die.
Amen.

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