Mal De Mall Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

I wandered as a poet does
around a crowded superstore.
I was excited by the buzz
of people buying more and more.
Much more than what they need to buy
to celebrate the holiday.
I felt confused and wondered why.
So much would just be thrown away.
We at too much we drink too much
in general overindulge
Are we then so far out of touch
we disregard the fact we bulge
in places where should not do
from an aesthetic point of view.

1-Jan-08