The freon in the air has a sugar scent to it as it blows from the vents aimed at the front door. Converting the hundred degree weather into a cool sixty-five degrees. Poisoning the patrons with unseen carcinogens the sweet tinge of the air conditioning attracts herds of people.
Into the doors of the grocery store. Giving the average over-sized consumer, an excuse to spend money on processed everything. Bug-free produce, perfectly shaped, covered in poison my dear Snow White. Processed preserved fruit, preserved formaldehyde shaped like peaches, pears, cherries and such. Doped up meat, inoculated for profit, on sale! Between two slices of preserved bread, from the most useless part of the whole genetically engineered wheat. Genetically engineered corn headlines next to genetically engineered corn fed cow, cow fat, fried cow fat washed with ammonia, bargain barrel prices for bulk. And they all flock for discount prices. USD for USDA. Useless dollars for useless nutrition. And Doritos pour down from the shelves, swamped with candy and cookies and soda and energy drinks and chocolate fucking covered bacon… and carts start to pile high because if you buy ten items you save more green paper, but those green dollars don’t really mean shit in the whole scheme of things… and everything fucking thing comes in some fucking thing that goes straight into the god damn earth! Trash bags for one. Which are not on sale and are priced at a ridiculous price considering they literally go straight into the local landfill and are probably killing our mother, as they don’t disinigrate. And all the fatty fatties stop at the bakery for a free cookie, or stand at the deli for cheap ass fried chicken that probably lived life in less than a square foot of space until it was slaughtered and waxed. And then when we get cancer we wonder what the fuck is happening, all the while wishing that we could eat a big greasy, cheesy, left over pieces grinded up and turned into pepperoni pizza. And at the pharmacy all the eighty year old narc addicts line up waiting for their prescriptions which are being charged to the tax dollars of the American people who don’t give a fuck because… for Christ sakes! What would life be like for the old or ill or addicted without vicodin or percocet or ambien? Right? But in reality that line is just there to fatten the pockets of the greedy, the pharma fucks who are truly running the show. The baby boomers who decided that peace, love and happiness wasn’t as freeing they thought. Revolution is for the young. Not the rich. And if you buy enough shitty “groceries” you may be eligible for ten cents off the gasoline that runs this fucking disillusioned country. The gasoline that you MUST have to get any fucking where. And while you’re getting discount loyalty prices and are barely getting to work and back, the Bush’s and Cheney’s are flying high above the rest of us, laughing about 9/11, and about how easy it is to lead a flock of sheep right off of a fucking cliff… even if the sheepherder is Yosemite Sam. And it’s all a fucking scam. Headlines on trash magazines line the cashiers stand and reflect the ignorance of all those around me and I am claustrophobic, and nauseous all at once. I have no appetite. I buy nothing. Instead I walk out through the sugar scented freon, back into the burning hundred degree day… fuck… it seems even the weather knows what’s up… must be nuclear burn off… wonder how long we can keep fooling ourselves…
