I liked being selfish
I liked fitting in
I loved our society
and cashing in life coupons for deals
as if the world was my own big box store

Sure, I didn't like breathing
when there were air quality warnings
or drinking the tap water
when toxic crap spilled into the reservoir again
but hell: into each life some acid rain must fall, eh?

Once in a while I felt bad we shipped production
to countries with no environmental laws
but somebody's got to make consumer goods
and my stocks soared
I was able to buy a really cool suv

But there's no justice in this world
the parking brake broke on my beloved suv
and it rolled down the driveway and killed me.
On the positive side
the treadmarks gave my forehead a thoughtful look
like my brow was furrowed from thinking

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