In this strange society, a conveyor belt brings
A never-ending supply of things you don't need.
It dumps them into your life.

You never have time to miss anything.
Something newer and more improved
Is right there to fill your every need
And promises to move you
Into a higher plane of a more satisfying existence.

I have sat for days, trying to go through
All this junk the assembly line dumped
Just inside my front door.
I don't want any of it any more,
And I don't want to spend one more second
Of my time, or an erg of my energy
Processing it all.

I'm turning tail on this strange society,
Walking straight down the hall
And right out the back door.
I don't need it.
I don't want it.
Leave me alone.

-jenn