Found words

While cleaning my room this afternoon I found an envelope with the following scrawled across the back of it. I do not remember writing them, and only the fact that it is definitely my handwriting points to my authorship. Bizarre, really. Anyway. Here it is;

People who live underground
No fresh food
All reheated meals, frozen,
Expired foods, medicine
Seemingly perfect amiable
Anyone who kills is sent
To ‘the surface’ – and
Never heard from again

Hence, whenever tempers
Flare, a huge crowd is
Drawn out of curiosity
And unsatisfied, savage

Story is an unnecessary
Satire of utopianism,
Critical of free universal

Love and using the
Law of diminishing
Returns as an argument.

World appears like a
Basement supermarket only
Very, very far below ground.

In the middle of the
Night people ascend the
Stairs and escalators to
Shopping malls.

“I don’t care about you”
Conflicted – “I love you – unless you’ve
Done something wrong”

So, eh, make of that what you will.

Solidarity, brothers & sisters…



About Seba Roux

Gooner, Socialist, Historian, Slacker. That's pretty much all you need to know.
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