We are the huddled masses de jour,
masquerading a relationship
under Pride and Predjudice propriety
unsatisfied we relish
in the risque, allowing
our insecurities to be displayed and
sold on street corners
by unwilling hustlers
merely cheap pieces of knock-off jewelry
left carelessly careening
through the hands of over-eager consumers.
They buy and sell
and call it clearance.
haha. you got me chuckling there. what a witty and satirical piece of writing! (wondering why no one has commented on it yet) i love the way you treat such a serious subject with a seemingly nonchalent attitude. i think it kind of reflects how people tend to simply dismiss the value of humanity. or perhaps there isnt really much value to humanity now anyway. there are far more 'important' material things to pursue I suppose. anyhow, great analogy of a garage sale! I like it.