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.