A history text-book was left open on the dashboard,
Through the windshield, read a statement, highlighted in green:
“The State is a recent invention.”
Accepting this concept,
Martha entered the Mall
And proceeded to shoplift various items
She considered crucial for her survival.
Red eyeshadow to disguise her laugh-lines.
Make-up remover wipes to take-off her disguise.
Blue lip gloss, in order to sustain the ultimate PUCKER for boot-licking.
She finalized her transactions, while leaving the Market,
Paused before a security camera. It was posted above her head,
Beside a light
In a corner of the parking-lot.
Martha squinted and contemplated her pupil
As the camera lens. “What do I see?” She asked.
Rationalized universal causation, deteriorated the walls
Fixed in place by moving tape,
Setting box corners.
Using edges last encouraged by Occam’s Razor,
Dragged a scissors and separated
A place for valuables.
Robbed of purpose,
Presented to Flatland for examination.
(Two halves design the whole.
One heart for an intravenous tow.
Encourages anxiety to stimulate
Pleasures made to duplicate.)
Dumpster’s rusted hinges
Squealed as they functioned
And welcomed the box
Like a coffin nestling its corpse. Rain downpoured
And men who sleep inside bags,
Separated the cardboard
Into four corners
And hid their dimensions
Out in the open. Sunsets occurred.
Moonrise kept the streets aglow
And what appeared to be a compromise
As reliable as Kant’s walking route,
Claimed the most popular habit