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
Way to take a stand!! It stirred my consciousness....boiled my toxic blood a little. (I'm too poor to eat as much organic as I would like)
Very powerful and intelligent poem, the well informed will pause to ponder... Time will tell, indeed. Sometimes, i wish i didn't know what transfats and gmo's are... i can't make my daughter eat whole foods waffles or choose anything for her for that matter, but it does feel good to bring home the foods she will eat in as organic a state as possible. Each of us have such different body dispositions...
