Yellow Stickered Souls

As you glide through the supermarket aisles of human souls, swiping right for yes and left for no, you whet your lips and ask yourself , what's on offer today at the human buffet?

Do you fancy Thai? Or perhaps Indian? A dash of spice? Something fruity to make you tingle?

How about something sweet? A naughty little treat! Avoid the nutty ones though, you're allergic (of course you are).

You quickly browse through the vegan section as you think about that party selection you tried back in 2009.

Then, you see it

It's what you came here for

You grab your trolley and run hell-for-leather ,

Rubbing your valueless little hands excitedly together,

You cannot wait to dig in with your cut-rate grin,

Your greedy eyes ablaze with its golden glow .

There it is: the yellow sticker aisle of damaged souls! Your yellow brick road!

(...If you only had a heart...)

Reduced personalities

Bargain finds

Star buys that have lost their shine

Tesco’s finest....Once upon a time

The creme de la creme price-gunned down in their prime.

The marred goods, Broken, Dinted, Past their best , The ones that failed competitor price-tests.

You seek out the damaged things, those that were thrown around by life, you look for the once perfect ones trying to recoup, for those are the only ones that you can successfully doupe

For a time....

A Yellow sticker soup valued at your level, a level that's conveniently dishevelled, because anything less than perfect is all you can emotionally afford.