Subhuman Supermarket Poem by Anais Nietzsche

Glancing up and down the aisles,
I internalize:

I'm looking for some first time buyers
to save me from myself,
But they put me on the shelf.

I used taste so good,
used to be the freshest fruit,

(but that was long ago before I thawed,
spewed my raw jellyguts on the floor) .

Now delegated to the half off stack,
You'll find me in the sack

(or in the morgue) .
There's nothing left after that initial rush;

Nothing but a coffee stain
In the place of where I used to be
And cigarettes and alcohol
Are now half off for just one day!

(one more night of idle-play) .

I paid their price,
Now I wander lonely behind the aisles.