Secondary Source Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I primed the pump and shared the resource by invitation only
While spectres of questionable flesh and blood fade away in bread lines
I looked at the obvious and see pressure damning the flow
The trickle unable to irrigate the underdeveloped masses

The supermarket cashier opens another line and people scurry to it as if they have someplace to be later
Beady time misers watching for a way out like wild west gunfighters
Who draws first to open a secondary source
And make the mindless torrent crowd tomorrow

I softened the blow by delivering choice
Another option for the rank and file agoraphobes
Who feel more comfortable in plastic bags
And scan the internet to see who will deliver groceries

First are the busy outlets
Where you stand on one ear like the shepherd's gaze
We'll show the secret word for back entry
Where necessities are plentiful and the process of acquiring them is pleasant