Canned Goods Poem by Hannah Comedido

Canned Goods



Consumers chooses to buy several of it then it just sits there in the kitchen, untouched. It is well processed, sealed, and constant. I'll grab a canned good when im broke, wouldnt you? Its like the last resort when there is no other option, it taste good for a while, but then it gets bland and dull. I am a canned good, you are a canned good, we eat each other, we get sick of each other, we vomit, we spit, we swallow, we devour until its emptied and depleted.

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Hannah Comedido

Hannah Comedido

Cebu, Philippines
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