The other day, I
Tried to eat a
*** of yoghurt.
Lacking the tools,
I called up
To my mother:
"Mum! Where
Are the spoons?"
The fatal words.
Now, every time I
Go online, all the
Adverts are for cutlery.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
The other day, I
Tried to eat a
*** of yoghurt.
Lacking the tools,
I called up
To my mother:
"Mum! Where
Are the spoons?"
The fatal words.
Now, every time I
Go online, all the
Adverts are for cutlery.
A poem about advertising.
#22 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.
© Lewis Hyden, 2018
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