Sunday, July 17, 2016

The Social Contract

Offer your word,
your bones, your sweat,
the fleshy swirl
of your fingertips,
and your X.

Accept
the market value
of being eaten.

When you consider yourself, consider
you're one
of the lucky ones.

Nevermind the breach, my peach.
Nevermind
the breach.

For Karin's prompt at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Poetry Pantry at Poets United.

21 comments:

Outlawyer said...

A really interesting poem, MZ--it zings along with mordant bite, and truth. Makes me a bit heartsick (though I admire the poem much.) Thanks. k.

Mary said...

Whew! Just whew!

Kerry O'Connor said...

It is quite chilling to consider these days, the term 'the lucky ones".
Your ironic wit is so spot on, it smarts a little.

colleen said...

No pre-nup, yup. Life's no bowl of cherries, peach.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

A zinger of a poem! "Accept the market price of being eaten" has such bite. Well done!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Market value.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Wowza!! You always do leave me breathless, MZ

Lots of love,
Sanaa

brudberg said...

To be lucky being eaten... Yes we are but pawns and peons aren't we?

Gillena Cox said...

very interesting use of imagery

"Accept
the market value
of being eaten."

this stanza i find particularly surreal

much love...

Helen said...

Life's a Beach!! No, I meant breach! Great write, MZ.

Jae Rose said...

I love the almost clinical decree of a social contact but the undeniable emotional fizz of a woman who knows what she wants and how to make the most of that peach

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

Oh my that smarts....

'Accept
the market value
of being eaten.'

Wonderfully penned again MZ!

Magaly Guerrero said...

Luck and acceptance have become loaded words these days, haven't they?

Wendy Bourke said...

A powerful social commentary - in the grand tradition of cutting edge, satirical poetry.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Supply and demand - does it drive the market value of being eaten?

Stacie Eirich said...

Oo Mama that was a chilly little bite - froze my tongue to taste it! Fun take on the prompt. Thanks for sharing.

Bryan Ens said...

Love the "market value of being eaten. "

Margaret said...

Another zinger if a poem. But I expect that from you.

Susan said...

A grotesque breach of contract, and I mind it very much. A chilling poem.

Fireblossom said...

When law students become poets....

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

A pretty unbalanced contract, eh?