Second Hand Happiness

was the joy that I settled with best
when I was free of care enough to be young.
It never gave me the surety of status
I saw in others which I might have liked,
but later it saved me from a lot of anxiety.

So what if it left me
at the bottom of the heap?
So what if I was the scrap
against which others saw
themselves to be 'worth more' ?

I was in an uneasy peace
when they were in open war.

Marketing Is War

through words, without armaments.
Conventional belief is that
'the first victim of war is truth',
propaganda being it's persecutor.
In marketing there is no truth
-only advantage to the manufacturer.
Marketing is the war waged
with images that outlast all wars,
through their repetition
which make us all obese
self-consuming shadows.

For Rats

there is no race,
only humans who don't recognise
what they despise
as others find life
through what humans discard
not seeing that what they throw away

always has further sustenance in it.