“And man saw everything that he had made,
and behold, it was very good.”
They’re at it—
blinking urbanites!
Those purveyors of perfection,
paraders of productivity,
champions of convenience and corrosive consumerism,
peddling their anti-aging promises,
wrapped in polyethylene, polypropylene, nylon, and such.
See them—
tending their lawns of deceit,
those blades of deception,
stained in nauseating neon
and ungodly greens,
assaulting both vision and sensibilities alike.
Regard! Their oh-so-pretty counterfeit carpets,
flawless, fabricated fibres of foreverdom,
adorning dwellings—
front and back,
vertical, horizontal,
balconies, patios, beer gardens, and beyond.
Neat, obedient, ever-trusting—
zero fuss, no mess.
Worms, weeds, wildlife, watering—
consequently, null and void.
Such labour-free luxury,
never-growing, ever-living—
a sterile sensation.
A testament to those of noxious persuasions,
Oh, the sheen,
the shine—
such sanitized satisfaction.
The sheer audacity!
That friction-burning, heat-retaining,
soil-polluting, water-clogging,
bacteria-breeding, life-depleting
toxic turf of troubled souls.
Coming to a landfill near you…
© emmalumsden 01.04.25
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