Malls Are Here To Stay Poem by DM W

O these malls are vast climate controlled domes:
Where it is permanent, joyous spring time
And the fragrances are always so sweet;
Where one can pleasantly shop till one drops
While breathing in the warm, micro waved air;
Where the looped pop music must always play;
Diurnal Time is of no real concern;
Where calendared holidays and seasons
Have been so carefully commodified,
And airbrushed for our total pleasure.
These bright malls have replaced the old town square
And the quaint yet earthy outdoor market
They're modern cathedrals for consumers.
They glow with a soft, artificial light.