sometimes I'm soothed by the
monotony of consumerism bczthe exquisite exotic the specific
specialty the themed cuisine thereal demands one to be alive but
I'm mostly dead / I've never feltawkward passing alone through
the golden arches of the McD onthe shore of the plaza never didnt
like the probably reheated massproduced burger bcz I got exactly
what I expected never failed tofake thank the person at the counter
with the fake smile tearing myreceipt in a kafkaesque waiting bcz
in that brief exchange of hands overthe covenant of data we both know
we realize the world is fucked up &we're no more than billing counter
no. 2 & token no. 248 / even theketchup packet tells me with a lil
black scissor over dotted lines[ tear here ] & I tear there I'm a
simple guy I dip my french friesin mass produced tomato blood //
& when after having watched themass masala movie having skipped
the too-expensive in-theatre foodhaving escalatored down / mummy
papa go to the dhaba outside whileme & my sis come to this McD I
realize generation gap is expensiveindoor real estate & contested mall
space & family is more emotional
profit than love~Ajay
4/2/2021
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