Every everything is so amazing

I can’t imagine another world

Without internal combustion

And eternal construction

Creating and mating,

But not overstating

The importance of all of us.

A production facility,

And this might seem silly,

Produces dollar store goods

From a penny of plastic

Three cents in labor

And a nickel in shipping

By Third World men,

Women, and children

Who don’t comprehend

The finished product

Nor could they afford

To bury it in a basement.

And then you wonder if the ad

For sexy Depends underwear

Is a sign the Apocalypse

Will be broadcast live,

As a viral video,

or as a rerun.

Yet there’s no me

Without all this


Like an entire industry

Built around extra insoles

For shoes shipped with

Perfectly fine insoles.

Making me feel soul-less