Another Day At The Piggly Wiggly Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Genocide would seem like a humanitarian mission here
By making the choice for barrel sized baked beans
You suffocate progress and fumigate an open mind
 
She has warts on her chin, they are the warts of her clan
The poor diet of money and the generation it terminates
The drone of an offspring with cheap bad teeth smiles
 
The scanner pounds a rhythm for limited corruption that is not satisfying
The scanner is broken, Her fingers huff and puff the keys
Somebody save me from a fate worse than working man's malnutrition
 
Meanwhile during Black Friday, society humiliates itself for cheap cellular telephones
Conditioned for enjoyment in a dying cluster of isolated millions
A lot of people feeling the aloneness imposed by shortage of funds and an abundance of technology
 
She feels the same as an old woman with an unhealthy weight, blood vessels clogged
And a mind confined by what she has to do to survive
Taking place in an already trampled field where the same successful result is expected
The gross amounts of emptiness will attempt to impress with quantity over quality