I was not shocked as much
disturbed to hear that
You’ve been eating something
made for cleaning. Perhaps
it’s your soul that is craving it
because it’s all quite ridiculous really
that you’ve ingested Tide Pods
into your mouths. Mother always
said to watch your language or she’d
clean it out with soap-which
I’ve always found less threatening
and more concerning that anyone would
eat soap so maybe you just haven’t adjusted
all that well. That perhaps some thing
inside of you still wants to be comforted
and held and not simply dismissed and
that this is all a cry for attention that Gen-X
parents could no longer give in the rise
of mortgage costs, keeping up the Jones’,
and the economical collapse of 2008.
Perhaps it is all less nefarious. That
to fit in for the fleeting fame you have
to be bold. So bold as in to cross over into
unsafe and uncharted waters-do you know
who even started this practice? Perhaps
the boredom simply took over and it was
the thought, what’s the worst that can happen?
Perhaps it was just plain stupidity
in the face of so much noise
its a reach to find some quiet.
Poems for People 