Life zips by... Before you know it and you wake up one day and everything has changed. Should we embrace it — or recreate the past? How do we make sense of this superficial society we are part of — by giving in to it — or not?
Look like Chip Fat
How did it come to this — that
Spreading arms and sagging rolls hidden in elastic, silky layers
A camouflaged thin cabbaged skin
Just trying to fit in
Porous fronds stripped fluorescent bare absorbing cheap dip dye
Like no tomorrow and why
Not let in Gandolph White?
Instead smother crackles in heavy oils
And look like chip fat
Should have followed the instructions
To this life
It doesn't say what it does on the tin?