Consumer's Cult
I jumped into the purchaser’s movement,
bought a new step stool every Tuesday.
Months passed like terrible dreams,

products arrived as prophets crawled across the ceiling. 
The hundred-year flood converted roads to rivers
as they chuckled in thier sunlit room.

I invested in an infinity scarf,
nervous as the schism between hand and foot.

Running from several fires, I watched
the last bouquet of light fade behind me.
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