A Vague Dissatisfaction

The world is a greasy dark place like the inside of a fast-food wrapper

in a bag that has been tossed into the street

The world smells like an ass

There is nothing here in this world that does not seem to be made of plastic,

it is like a plastic grocery bag containing everything

It breathes in and out with the stale breath of movie theaters

And a vague dissatisfaction.