On The Freedom of Commercialism : an elegy :  Zach Claywell

To the rolling chair,
The DVDs, Dayquil, deodorant,
Carkeys, Febreeze, and CDs – 
To the books, the bed, the Buddha statue, 
The ping pong balls and bass guitar – 
To the clock, alarm clock,
The pocket watch, toothbrush,
Phone charger, and tape –
To the stapler, loose change
The clothes, the rows of picture frames –
To the memories,
The irreplaceable items,
The trinkets that craft my consciousness –

Burn.

Burn and I’ll turn away.

    Source: geocities.com/zachclaywell