The Decline Of Tupperware Poem by Raj Dronamraju

A distant person barely remembered died and was dragged the length of yearning
Spun stars running out, flickering, gives the creeps to earnest clerks
Who unfailingly count on a supply of tomorrows

As if tomorrow is an infinite resource
As if tomorrow will always come
Never run out like turning on the tap

Totality of debate, the practical in a new century
But based on the resources of an old century
You hold fashion to your chest
And suddenly lose your voice

As if your voice will always register
As if you feel like a god who did something wrong
And was henceforth denied storage of I

The dream based lyre played by a calculating siren
Crash on the shores of distant commodity
The storm oafs redundant in slackening times
Tupperware extinction event happens too slowly to be witnessed and/or documented