The Human Animal

Written by: Malcolm Dyer

In the hunting field known as Wal-Mart
with meat we fill our cart
with beef pork and poultry
in our robes looking so sultry
we feast on the wild america
from the safety on aisle two
we shop as if we nothing else to do
we hunt for bargains
we wheel and deal
and cut coupons
all to safe 55 cents on grey poupon
we roam in packs 
purses replacing sacks
we hunt relentlessly for bulk prices
and buy our meat by the slices