Cheese and Hunger
175 types of cheese, the new supermarket boasted,
confused I bought the same old Gauda I can’t stay
there spending a whole day just for a bit of cheese.
I like milk in my coffee bought a litre, only to see
when coming home, that it was banana flavoured.
So many choices, the food industry is obscene and
consumers are zombies to let them play with food
that way. Banana flavoured long -life milk laced
with vitamins would be fine for the poor children of
Burma; the cruelly incompetent generals there ought
to be propped up against a pagoda wall and shot.
Since Britain and USA are so keen on interfering in
eastern affairs, why don’t they invade could it be
because Burma has no oil and is too close to China?
May 23rd, 2008 at 10:30 pm
Just think of the possibilities! Capitalism rocks– 175 types of cheeses. Anyway, on the subject of U.S./British interference, I suggest a book called “Emergency Sex”. Don’t be scared away by the name, it addresses serious topics. I like the contrast in this poem. I like how it starts out in a mundane way (easily relatable), then moves on to something that feels far away and that is hard to relate to. Maybe next time I drink banana flavored long-life milk I will think of starving Burmese children.
Also- it’s so conversational that I don’t feel like I’m being preached at. Nice.
June 7th, 2008 at 4:57 pm
I really like your poems Oscar. And if you say such things on Myspace…they block you out!!!! LOL