I don’t miss you. In these miles of skies and
blue tinged eyes…..I don’t miss this.
An all-consuming, non-existent hunger
A table full of food – fridge full of waste
Always eating, never hungry – an excessive taste
of air-conditioned space.
Your jokes – make me choke on my
short stack, maple packed
fluffy white
industrial delight.
I could pay the bill – if I wanted to,
you know –
to and fro – to and fro
After 11 years away, the world has changed,
But you haven’t – still the same
excess and consumption –
You greedy lady of Liberty you.
