On Peanut Shells I Stand Poem by Keith Parsons

On peanut shells I stand unimpressed
By the magic of this modern world
What with its 50-inch TV’s and such
I should squander what’s obsolete and
Buy new and improved
Artificially flavored cookies and
Already cut-up lettuce in a bag,
And wear fake hair and color
By beard so I can stand here eating
These peanuts and throwing the shells
On the floor-
I just cut my fingernails-
So I think I’ll just use my newly redesigned
Peanut openers and stand here eating peanuts