marquis_de_odde
10-04-2006, 07:19 AM
In a health food store
Most days are variations of the same theme
Shrunken old people
Taking supplements to straighten their spines
And keep the death dogs at bay
For another few months
Weeks
Days
Frizzy haired health freaks
Who always seem to know
About every new holistic breakthrough
Before we can even stock the shelves with it
Taking more little white capsules
Than I have appendages
Washing it all down
With a glug glug of wheatgrass sludge
The allergics
Gluten closes off their air holes
The smell of lactose makes them vomit for a week
The sugar from a single taste of mars bar
Gives a new meaning to death by chocolate
Granola hippy folk
Always smelling of patchouli
Always reminiscing of days they never knew
When organic didn't need a special neon yellow sticker
Pesticides give us the excuse to take them
For everything their bookstore part time jobs will allow
The same corporations they picketed in the sixties
Now support their soy crisp,almond milk,flax seed way of life
Ironic tragedy?
Perhaps
Why do we need to pay threefold to be assured
The things we put into our bodies aren't toxins in disguise?
When the plague returns
Will these niche market consumers
Be standing at the top of the human shitpile flexing their muscles
Or will they be wheezing out their last rites with everyone else
Empty wallets and the bitter taste of betrayel
Amplifying their death rattles?
Time will tell
Most days are variations of the same theme
Shrunken old people
Taking supplements to straighten their spines
And keep the death dogs at bay
For another few months
Weeks
Days
Frizzy haired health freaks
Who always seem to know
About every new holistic breakthrough
Before we can even stock the shelves with it
Taking more little white capsules
Than I have appendages
Washing it all down
With a glug glug of wheatgrass sludge
The allergics
Gluten closes off their air holes
The smell of lactose makes them vomit for a week
The sugar from a single taste of mars bar
Gives a new meaning to death by chocolate
Granola hippy folk
Always smelling of patchouli
Always reminiscing of days they never knew
When organic didn't need a special neon yellow sticker
Pesticides give us the excuse to take them
For everything their bookstore part time jobs will allow
The same corporations they picketed in the sixties
Now support their soy crisp,almond milk,flax seed way of life
Ironic tragedy?
Perhaps
Why do we need to pay threefold to be assured
The things we put into our bodies aren't toxins in disguise?
When the plague returns
Will these niche market consumers
Be standing at the top of the human shitpile flexing their muscles
Or will they be wheezing out their last rites with everyone else
Empty wallets and the bitter taste of betrayel
Amplifying their death rattles?
Time will tell