At the Supermarket
At the supermarket,
The produce is stacked to the ceiling
And the fresh fruit
Is at the bottom.
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Of in di gestion
After eating
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At the supermarket,
Boxes are placed neatly in rows,
Perhaps even single file,
Marching in procession
Into consuming hands.
I'm sure they'll be ripped
O
pen
And ravished into cardboard ashes
When mom brings them home
To the kids.
At the supermarket,
Fish are packed tightly in tin cans,
Swimming nowhere in a packaged sea,
Salted for extra flavor…
Or was it to keep them from disintegrating?
Some cow's leg
Is slopped into a plastic wrap,
Blood still oozing out from the muscle.
A pig is split in half, Gutted and beheaded—
Put on a rotisserie
To spin around on the
Artificial fire.
Several chickens are neighborly
To the slab of pig carcass;
They also spin around and around
On the trochllic stick.
It's almost like
An amusement park ride
For dead animals.
Except it's not.
It's not. It's not. It's not.
At the supermarket,
The aisles caress my blind spots.
Above me:
Phosphorescent light.
Below me:
Linoleum tiles.
Straight ahead, it appears as if the tunnel of my vision narrows,
restricting me a single speck of light for my focal point. Behind
me, things are much more obtuse, widening as I pass.
My cart wobbles as I push it.
Rickety squeaks emit from the
Dilapidated wheels.
It sounds like shaking cutlery
As my steps progress
Into another hallway
Of white nowhere.
At the supermarket,
They toss my belongings
In a disposable plastic bag
Or a paper one
That says recycled
Somewhere on it,
But I know better.
I'll throw it out
Anyway. Who cares? ?
Not me.
Not me.
Not me.
Not me.
Not me.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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A Backhanded Compliment For Carrefour
Egypt has now proven
when it comes to looting
Carrefour is supreme
supermarket of choice
major Cairo Carrefour
supermarket completely
looted was selected
as protesters first choice
in shelf clearances.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Down the Sweet Shop
The little corner shop
full of special treats
Chocolate, bottles of Pop,
and jars and jars of sweets.
With pocket money in hand
given to me by my Dad
sometimes a little bit extra
if he heard I'd been a good lad.
I really loved that little shop
it was every young boys dream
you could get everything you'd want
Football Cards, Toys, and Ice-Cream.
My dad used the shop as well
he'd pop in to buy his fags
and Mum did her weekly shop
she'd get me to help her with the bags.
Then along came the big supermarket
the little shop began to lose it's trade
so sadly it had to close it's doors
an end of an era again I'm afraid.
But I'll always remember the little shop
stood there at the bottom of our lane
yes it may have only been small
but it had more style than any supermarket chain!
poem by Kevin Halls
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See The Children
(la la la la la la la...)
I stopped the car
The other day
I had to ask a little
Girl the way
I thought she'd show me
Better if she got inside
And once inside
I thought i'd taker her
For a little ride...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
I'm a supermarket santa
Underneath the christmas tree
The little one all like to
Come and sit upon my knee
I have to hold them tightly
'cause they fall to the floor
A little concern ain't
Against the law...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time
See the children
(something something something??) all the time
I pass by the infant school
Every single day
I push sweeties through the fence
But the kids just run way
I only want to talk with them
And join in their fun
But all the little children do
Is run run run run run run run run...
(la la la la la la, la la la la la la..etc..)
See the children
Feel the children all the time..
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time........
song performed by by Cure
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The Supermarket
I paid a visit to the shops,
On the arrival my wits died;
Money was exercised and I was made,
My own business stayed in the eyes,
The money made me rich and also richer.
No game was in the air, the shops,
The shops, and more shops.
This was a supermarket bustling with goods,
Food employed me to encounter it,
The wit of dying came to ruins,
The care of dying was living,
And this was the supermarket.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Apples And Oranges
Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocket
Feeling good at the top
Shopping in sharp shoes
Walking in the sunshine town feeling very cool
But the butchers and the bakers in the supermarket stores
Getting everything she wants from the supermarket stores
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Cornering neatly she trips up sweetly
To meet the people
She's on time again
And then
I catch her by the eye then I stop and have to think
What a funny thing to do 'cause I'm feeling very pink
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
I love she
She loves me
See you
See you
Thought you might like to know
I'm the lorry driver man
She's on the run
Down by the river side
feeding ducks in the afternoon tide
(quack quack)
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
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Ancient Cultural Architecture
modern supermarket
erected among ancient
cultural architecture
screams I don't
believe in the past
those feelings are gone
have nothing to do
with modern hunger
people must all eat
behold my location
prime central land
people swarm to buy
purpose is everything
location is central
behold aged supermarket
no longer trendy
drawing large crowds
soon pulled down
classic supreme architecture
watches young pretenders
age come go failing time tests
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Apples & Oranges
Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocket
Feeling good at the top
Shopping in sharp shoes
Walking in the sunshine town feeling very cool
But the butchers and the bakers in the supermarket stores
Getting everything she wants from the supermarket stores
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Cornering neatly she trips up sweetly
To meet the people
Shes on time again
And then
I catch her by the eye then I stop and have to think
What a funny thing to do cause Im feeling very pink
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
I love she
She loves me
See you
See you
Thought you might to know
Im the lorry driver man
Shes on the run
Down by the river side
Feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
(quack quack)
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Now that I know how supermarket meat is made, I regard eating it as a somewhat risky proposition. I know how those animals live and what's on their hides when they go to slaughter, so I don't buy industrial meat.
quote by Michael Pollan
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With the supermarket as our temple and the singing commercial as our litany, are we likely to fire the world with an irresistible vision of America's exalted purpose and inspiring way of life?
quote by Adlai Stevenson
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Princess Of New York
By the garbage cans the sits
In her hands she holds a plastic bag
She borrowed from the supermarket
Her eyes starring holes into the night
Open windows are her radio
Luxury for her backyard bed
She knows every story
Of all the gloom and glory
This city wrote through all the years
You cant miss her cause she is
Always talking to a mailbox
Whispering secrets right into
The darkness where you cant hear her
Speak or talk but believe me that she is
The princess of new york
Down 5th avenue she walks
Dragging her body round the block
Trying to collect her meal
The parking meters are her friends
For each one shes got a name
Hello eddie how are you today ?
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Do I Feel Again This Day
Do I feel again
This day that is ending?
Do I have the urgency to go to sleep?
Do I need to stay up until my alarm rings for me to take my pills?
Do I feel again
The need to kick the fruit that had fallen in the ground at the supermarket By playing soccer?
Yes it helps to pass the time
And I have fun at the same time
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Worlds Biggest Rat
World’s Biggest Rat.
A moonlit evening, behind a supermarket in Denmark, a guard
spotted a very big rat and he got his dog to kill it. The biggest
rat in the world so big it couldn’t live in the sewer, it makes
you proud to be Danish. With so much food around in streets
and in supermarket’s bin, could easily feed the poor. But there
is no poor people in Denmark! Vermin is a problem, one can’t
put them on a lorry and send them to another country.
There was a picture of the rat in the papers, a conceited guard,
we didn’t his dog though, held it aloft like trophy. It turned to
be a mother rat when it was dissected at the lab, eight baby rats
waiting to be born. More and more, long tailed rodents are
roaming streets, emptying bins and eating our babies in their
cots. One wonders if they are listening to the ancient prophecy: ”
One day vermin shall live in the sunlight side by side with man.”
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Love In The Air
Love in the Breeze.
At the nearly empty parking lot, near the supermarket,
two plastic bags danced in the spring breeze.
They elegantly circled each other, came near, almost
touched, but danced away from one another only to
meet again in a close circle; know they shyly touched.
A paper napkin with smeared lipstick on wanted to
join in, but the two plastic bags had only eyes for each
other. Deeply humiliated the napkin took refuge under
a car, but the car drove off and it had nowhere to hide.
So it began dancing alone, in slow motion, with eyes
closed as it was dreaming and the lipstick smiled.
A gust of wind came blew the napkin high into the sky
and away from the parking lot to a secret place of peace
only exploited paper napkins know of.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I miss Saturday morning, rolling out of bed, not shaving, getting into my car with my girls, driving to the supermarket, squeezing the fruit, getting my car washed, taking walks.
quote by Barack Obama
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A Supermarket in California
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the
streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit
supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles
full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! --- and you,
Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the
meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price
bananas? Are you my Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and
followed in my imagination by the store detective.
We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting
artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does
your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel
absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to
shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in
driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you
have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and
stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?
poem by Allen Ginsberg
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To me, such functions are like supermarket openings.
quote by Norton Simon
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My shopping list.
I am going twice a week in the supermarket,
Always preparing beforehand my shopping list,
For example,
Eggs,
Semi-skimmed milk,
A clear consciousness, and
Two bottles of bourbon,
Fresh fruits, and not forget to buy,
Vegetables,
Self-confidence, and, let's see what more, maybe…
One fruit-juice carton, or perhaps two,
A yogurt with low fat,
Fulfillment and something else I have completely forgotten.
poem by Adamantios Tsakaludis
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Supermarket automatic doors open for me; therefore, I am.
quote by Craig Bruce
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Underneath The Alamo
Lost in the water fountains of another high school
Looking up and down
And up and down her legs: where is she headed to—
Like best wishes blown—
Like ashes blown over a birthday cake, over all of
The pretty fish of the sea—teaming, aquamarine,
Basking and fluted and so alive!
Underneath the skies in their teaming banners
With no help from their godd$mned mothers:
They will have to go to school tomorrow, as she goes
To the supermarket—
And the Ferris wheels to another town,
As the golden fish continue to swim around and around
In the forgotten rivers underneath the Alamo.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Poem for Roger McGough
A nun in a supermarket
Standing in the queue
Wondering what its like
To buy groceries for two.
poem by Adrian Henri
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