Encapsulated in a single plastic bag all he needs
an evening of forgotten troubles
in a 330ml can.
a day of relaxation and tarry goodness
in a box of 20s.
an hour of his deepest desires
in a glossy magazine.
His life bleeps before his eyes one at a time
bleep.
bleep.
bleep.
A knell for every broken promise
a knell for every dream.
His life flashes before his eyes in
cellophane containers
piles of shrink wrap
cardboard boxes
foil cartons
all filled with crap.

Crap that’s been done 1000 times before
and 1000 times again.
It comes pre-packaged ready to eat
the way of the world
standing on his own two feet.

Eden’s apple ready-sliced and served in a plastic pouch
0.99 with any value meal just for you.
You can have anything from life
-as long as it’s on the menu.