Treasure Island

vince gullaci

(Italy)

The Staples Of Life


The food bowl
for the world
becomes the bowser
for its cars
the staples of life
have to be kept
for its cars
the cars run over the poor
they'll make ideal
fossil fuel
for the milleniums
ahead.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 15, 2008

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