What is it about suburban shopping centres that fleeces me of pleasure, saps me of energy, makes watching paint dry seem like fun?

Is it the old ladies with barely-controlled battering rams, youths reminding me of boundless energy, the arrogance of shop assistants chatting among themselves, oblivious to queues?

Is it the drones that hover decisionless, the brainwashed manic bargain hunters conditioned to desire, doomed to suffer a life of dissatisfaction?

Or perhaps it is the mountains of disguised junk, plastic rubbish, plastic food, attracting plastic money; saturated fats and sugar, interspersed with cheap clothes made in faraway sweatshops.

Disposable clothes, disposable ideas, disposable memories, disposable quality, all gathered together to pray for the disposable income of disposable people.


About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon). Real name Peter Tapsell...just started off writing under a pseudonym and kept going.

5 Responses to Disposable

  1. So catchy and witty! Loved this 🙂

  2. Yes, it’s all that.

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