A Few Notes on A Feeding Frenzy
The retail store immediately behind the waste recycling plant was
scheduled to close for the very last time at
seventeen hundred hours, after trading for over seventy five
whole years, serving our local community ..
The liquidation sale was well and truly underway when we both
arrived in our old flatbed pickup trucks ..
Everything and I do mean absolutely everything was up for grabs
marked less than half price and flying
off tired old shelves faster than a spiny tailed swift high on speed ..
Then the vultures arrived en-masse circling
and swooping on the carelessly discarded and likewise scattered prey
and for a moment back then, I felt just like one of them
so sick to my teeth, that I turned right around and I left empty handed ..
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2026 07:12
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Comments1
I know this feeling very well. Your poem revolves around the themes of consumerism, loss, and moral conflict. It captures the experience of witnessing a retail store's liquidation sale, emphasizing the frenzy of shoppers as they rush to obtain discounted items.
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