Very little helps

 

This supermarket life,

cellophane wrapped feelings

to protect from

the dirty hands outside.

Your own brand thoughts

no longer allowed,

only

mass produced emotions

printed on boxes

stacked ceiling high.

 

Shiny packaging

conceals an overpriced

chemistry set

of regret and

over produced lies.

Full of sugar

to hide the bitterness

and the tang of rot,

that gets caught

in your throat.

Meanwhile the

misshapen produce sits

neglected in a pile,

ready to be incinerated

in the ceremonial funeral pyre.

 

Live well for less,

they contest,

whilst pushing

overpriced bags

of emptiness.

Prices that pop,

the slogans never stop,

do your weekly shop,

and fill your bins

with our rancid microwaved slop.

That Asda be a con,

and when you wonder

where all your money has gone,

you can use the boxes to keep warm.

 

Colourful and bright,

easily distracting at

eye level to get attention,

in spite of containing

no nutrition.

Just cardboard and sawdust,

repackaged

as food and consumed 

by the bucket full.

Easily distracted eyes

sigh in delight at the cartons

printed in bold lettering,

every little helps they smile,

as they buy another lie.