Retail therapy
Written by fabee_babeeStared at like a monkey in a zoo,
Behind a glass wall,
Taunted by children,
in a overheated cell of beautiful
artifacts that remind me of home.
Oh, how I wish to be there.
I stare back out of this
insulated hot house,
Staring up into the thin, blue line
I can barely see
that represents the sky.
The air I breathe is stale,
circulated by cheap
overhead fans,
how I wish I could soar like them.
Occassionaly I get visitors,
they trudge around my walking space,
goggle eyed by the beautiful artifacts that I'm so bored by.
I sit and count the minutes, hours, days that tick by
that are a seeming eternity.
How I wish I was home.
Technology communicates to me
through hand held devices,
A plastic shape I hold,
resembling me to a monkey with a
banana.
more people goggle at me,
How I wish I was home.
I watch wheeled horsepower
pass by my glass walled cell,
How I wish one would take
me home.
I remain to be entertainment
for another two hours.