random writing

"I….er….wow."

And from the golden fields of the south,
Far from the frosty climes of where we are,
An orange is harvested and carried
To a quaint storehouse on a knoll.

From there it is trucked, trained and moved
To a little factory not too far from here,
Where it's zest is scraped off with zeal
By machines insensate to it's task.

Into a vat the orange peel goes
Where water and other things are bubbling.
All natural 100% pure,
Only with a little chemicals added in.

Surprisingly, it all precipitates
Into an orange gooey state.
And other machines built for special things
Form them into shape.

And sticks into boxes into crates,
Trucked, trained and moved away.
And finally it sees the light of day,
Or that of fluorescent tubes hanging.

She came walking down the aisle
Of the Walgreens 2 blocks away.
And grab just one from the box
Of many others that were the same.

Some people say you can get addicted;
Others say it's all in your head.
But she wasn't thinking of that
When she open it and put it on.

"Wow. I liked the way your lip-balm tastes."
Was all you could think of to say.

okay i just wrote that on the spur of the moment, after thinking up the concept during a lecture. comment please. oh, for those who don't know, Walgreens is a pharmacy/sundry shop.

oh, and proof that i am bored and crazy. i went through my old blog entries cos i was thinking about stuff, and ironically, someone, in response to my vitriolic post about people not caring about me (not true) tried to say they could remember my birthday. i'm sorry dear, it's the 25th, not the 27th. right yifan?

and there was a recent memorial for the late saul bellow.

oh and thanks to all those spammers. i appreciate your praise.