Diatribe
He stood in line for over three hours on December 26th to return the microwave
So I have to wear sunscreen but can cook with radiation? He said to the sales clerk
He cornered the local grocer- Garbage is piling up and what will happen to it?
Do you just Expect It to Disappear?
After this, the grocer gave my dad all his rotten fruits and vegetables
Three compost piles smoldered in the side yard
Throwing away coffee grounds and egg shells became a Major Offense
Do you KNOW the chemical composition of these pesticides?
He asked the owner of the lawn and garden shop.
You’re killing John Q. Public, can you live with that? He asked.
My mother complained she couldn’t go anywhere with him
Our resources are limited he muttered, turning down the heat
Are you trying to freeze me to death? Is this some kind of torture?
Just shoot me and get it over with, my mother yelled.
As he eyed the new cell phone tower on Grant’s Hill, he growled
One day they’ll be able to find us in a millisecond
Anyone and everyone will know our business
And don’t give me that placating look
He began refusing meat
Do you know what they’re feeding these animals? He asked.
Do I care? She answered, poking the chicken with the biggest fork she could find.
Joy Arnett
Sunday, December 20, 2009
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