You know what?

You know what?
Stop sour-graping at your
counterparts, like an overipe extra,
in a soap opera market place.

You know what?
Stop being a bad potato.
There’s a famine going on
in our front rooms.
We are being stacked against
each other and it isn’t
looking good for our shelf life.

You know what?
You know what?
The stress word is a
construct, to make us
think we are faulty goods.

And while we are rotting
on life’s shop floor,
they laugh at us,
like gods in a supermarket.