K. Banks

h their colorful plastic panels; with our plastic bags stuffed with our favorite chemically enhanced package food, and our fresh mountain spring water in chemically crafted bottles; perhaps, if we’re of the healthier sort, with the tasteless imported produce sometimes genetically altered, or if we can afford it, not; maybe some farmed, previously frozen, fresh fish, or some grass-grazed beef (cause some cows don’t eat grass), a range-free chicken perhaps (or is it cage-free?), and our CO2 enhanced, caramel colored, corn syrup cans that we may sometimes switch out with a methyl ester of the aspartic acid/phenylalanine dipeptide, if we are concerned with our weight… Purchased with the digital numbers stored on the chipped bank-issued cards (if two parents live in the home), which will be replenished after we’ve logged in enough hours working to make someone else richer than ourselves, or with the EBT card if it’s after the 1st and if we haven’t used the balance on cigarettes or Chick-fil-a.

Tomorrow, we say, tomorrow we will do something noble, notable. 

Tomorrow, we say, tomorrow we will make a difference. 

Tomorrow… and then we smoke something, or we drink something, or we eat something, watch something, numb something, and we forget that we don’t really care all that much…