Primeval forces drive us
Daily
We stalk through forests of merchandise
Hunting for bargains and our dreary dreams
Gathering piles of stuff we’ll soon tire of
Things that never quite live up to the promise
So we keep hunting, hunting
We hunt for food
Get taken in by seductive ads and misdirections
Ambushed by the platter
Consuming empty calories that never satisfy
Overstuffed but always hungry
We hunt for parking spots
The fastest route on a slow commute
Better jobs that usually aren’t
Houses that cost just a little more
Than affordable
Until all we gather is extra weight and extra debt
No longer hunters
Corralled in this feedlot life
Where the real hunters make out like bandits
But we are too tired to notice
I gather
David Trudel © 2012
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Oh, this is brilliant, David. Love the play on gather at the end.
Thanks – I like tying things up and was worried that it might have been a little obvious so I’m glad you liked the last line.