Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Consumer - Poem by Anthony Weir

I went out to buy contentment
and came home with bulls' testicles.
I went out to buy transcendence
and came back with a mobile phone.

The vileness of money
is that it turns stupidity of desire
into virtue.

I listen to time coughing and watch
the wolf in the Institute being
flayed to the bone.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 7, 2006



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