Stickers Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Stickers

No claim!
Just comment!
And I am no Carlos!

I have pear in my hand
Spotty as frog
Though green has brown.

I turn it left and right
Then reverse
Looks conic, not perfect.

On it sit stickers
Two ovals on purpose
Bear info for stock
The code bar.

I lift them and become angry
Dangerous plastic, sticky!

This is us, human
Claim-filled, ball of shit.

Everything that we do is worthy
Civilised and modern with Technic
It's bullshit.

We pluck the fruits while too young
Nothing of benefits, vitamins yet around
The machines measure them for grade and class!

Modern life? Civilised?

Let me out
I rather be nomad
I hate to live such life
Stupid, unaware; yet proud…