Capitalism by Lolly Vieira
A metaphor for my sentiments on being a consumer in this late-stage capitalist world.
I’m picking up dog shit.
How fucking grand.
With a wrinkled Walmart bag slipped over my hand,
I pray to whatever god may exist
that it doesn't have a hole in it like last time.
The corners of my mouth get pulled in opposite directions
as I feel the warm fecal matter
squish between my fingers
and switch my grip to the flimsy handles
tying a probably-too-tight knot
while hoping that the smell will cease to travel up my nasal cavity.
A valiant effort,
yet unsuccessful.
Holding my breath, I run it to the garbage can.
Gravity grabs it much firmer than I dare to
and it plops down in the empty bin.
I empathize with the thud of this bagged shit-
suddenly falling, hitting nothingness,
hollow yet disgusting at the same time,
utterly useless.
I wonder who bagged me up and placed me here,
left to wallow in my toxic wafting fumes,
hidden through a lightweight, potentially penetrable layer
of nonbiodegradable plastic-
a corporate logo stamped on my face.
Ah, the life of a consumer.
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my page where I make sense of all the facets of myself through poetry and short stories.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
https://linktr.ee/lollyslittlelovelies
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