Under the Influence

I watched the tiny shiny ones
angle spotlights,
casting disproportionate shadows,
riveting grins to their labelled tins
in an effort to lift sagging egos
like melancholy breasts
in a Prozac bra.

Lo, the canned collective cometh:
here authentic and organic
are spat from the same dubious womb
and popular truths are found
in front of a herd of asses.

Mesmerised and moon-eyed,
swayed and sashaying,
they climb into the palms
of pick-pockets
netted by the net worth
of a paper jockey

lint blinding like stars
in their eyes.

©Copyright Maggie Lawson 2018

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  1. Holy wow! This is wonderful. This phrase, in particular, felt like poetic pop-rocks in my mouth.

    “Mesmerised and moon-eyed,
    swayed and sashaying,
    they climb into the palms
    of pick-pockets
    netted by the net worth
    of a paper jockey”

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