The Junk Life

I hear that the bad news in the UK
is that there are not enough lorry drivers
to distribute the mountains of materials
to support the national appetite for junk food
that UK citizens like to see as their proper choice.

What a small loss of choice it is,
beneath the surface of appearances.
The food stuffs that were once transported
were part of a false sense of well-being
that they pat each other on the back with,
as if such false reassurance were vital.

Maybe when the government
raises it's quota of home trained lorry drivers
then it will realise more what it wants them for,
and with that will come the desire
to see more clearly past the false cheer
of junk living fuelled by junk advertising,
in homage to life in America.