Supermarket Blues
at your not-so-local inconvenience store.
The trolley goes in circles, so do you. You walk round twice
money talks, but yours just whispers at this store.
Never mind the cookery books, the skills you learned from Mum,
real meals take for ever (well, a deal too long for some)
mechanically recovered meat, reconstituted spud,
transgenic pureed vegetables that taste and look like cud,
Come on! Commit ingesticide
at your vat-fermented, double-brewed, hot-extruded, pseudo-food emporium
just-unwrap-it, heat-it, eat-it,
super-dooper supermarket store!
By Don Barnard