while we struggle
for a piece of the pie
they churn out
new ones
at a faster rate
than we could ever hope
to consume

the bible belt
is straining to maintain
decorum
in a land
of corn syrup
daydreams
called diabetic comas

we don’t
rage
against the machine
we happily
slot ourselves into position
and spin ourselves
to death

sign ourselves up
for lasek
to make sure
the depth
of the deception
is crystal clear
like smoked glass

consume