Under the Impression
The Cream of Society
The cream rises to the top they say,
since we're all obese does that change anything?
Arteries hardening, exploding,
laboured heart- I must, I must
(the little engine that could),
arythmia: there's way too much
self procalaimed, thick, stodgy, fatty cream.
I must, I must, I must
get that promotion, win that award,
churn out another poem,
another dazzling work of art;
must win,must be on top,
defeat the others
churn and churn: cholesterol, unsaturated fat.
But then again,
what if it's the shit
that floats to the top?
since we're all obese does that change anything?
Arteries hardening, exploding,
laboured heart- I must, I must
(the little engine that could),
arythmia: there's way too much
self procalaimed, thick, stodgy, fatty cream.
I must, I must, I must
get that promotion, win that award,
churn out another poem,
another dazzling work of art;
must win,must be on top,
defeat the others
churn and churn: cholesterol, unsaturated fat.
But then again,
what if it's the shit
that floats to the top?