Capitalist Poem #75

I pick up a case of sparkling water that was on sale.

I grab some yogurt,

a block of dark chocolate,

fruits,

veggies,

a few ‘clean’ proteins,

and a couple of snacks.

I come home and you hug me,

even though my clothes reek of my work.

Working the same shift for months on end,

sure made me forget who I was,

a human being.