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Insipid Greed

its all franchises

as far as you might see

burger joints, taco houses, and pizza parlors

dot the horizon

 

the whole lot

greasier than the pan

than the canola oil, a whole can of pam

 

its warehouse-sized stores

full of disgruntled

shuffling cheap trash

package to shelf

packaged for the shelf

in anticipation to sit

 

listen a while

under the low murmur

of the machine humming

you can hear ma n pop wailin'

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manx-kronos-pragna
24 / M
Published
Jan 30, 2021
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#greed#franchises#food#horizons#oil#cooking#warehouse#cheap#trash#packages
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