sells boxes of meat.
You tell your audience:
“You can customize your box any way you want.”
Images flood my mind –
no escape.
Custom boxes
of meat.
Purchased dead flesh
delivered by postal express.
You choose the parts;
“humanely” butchered.
Drawling in your Southern accent:
“Mouth-wateringly delicious!”
This is normal;
little meat coffins.
Distanced from the knife,
easily-accessible.
Life-to-death,
flash-frozen, pre-packaged;
endless boxes
of meat.
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