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Hear the Trolleys Roar
The constant gnaw of trolleys
Screaming like a hundred
Out of halting control rollercoasters
Burning through pavement’s crevices
Roaring to the idea of excessive consumption
I’m sitting down at wheel view
Down on the pavement
Down with the dirt and grime
As they race around, around me
There’s an immensity in their movements
A victorious vigour normally kept
For the great beasts of this world
But here, the beast is icy clear
It’s the overriding sense
Of insatiable consumption
People vying for pole position
Pushing past depressive rusting
Gaping wet entry shelter
Circling isles as they hoard and boast
Saliva riddled mouths, grabbing hands
Sniffing out deals like fashion told them so
Relishing in the idea of owning more
Eating more
Throwing away more
And in turn keeping the rich
Filthy fucking greaseball rich
And the rest of us
Where they want us
Down in the ditch
With a trolley to hand