Let there be hell
This is the pinnacle of God's creationThe debris left behind from a Tesco finest ready meal for two
The perfect deliciousness of lamb and aubergine filo parcels
packaged into easily microwaveable slash oven-ready containers
Roasted Mediterranean vegetables and Swiss chocolate desert
13.7 billion years of our universal unfolding
Has been leading up to these neat little containers
Ready for the recycling box
A perfect experience provided
one thousand seven hundred and fifty four times tonight
according to my crystal ball
to our mass-market
of 7 billion human animals and rising
The sheep that donated her meat
The ground that donated her aubergine plant
Cocoa beans ground
Peppers ripened in the Italian sunshine
All this delicious perfection
for the measly sum of 10 English pounds
Coinage with a history dating back hundreds of years
On the 5×10 to the 12th day
God said let there be Tesco's
And fucking hell there WAS Tesco's
Poetry by Andrew Bindon
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Written on 2014-03-27 at 11:31
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