No Free Lunch
by Gerald Locklin
The cat on the back of the sofaWatching the birds and squirrels
Feed and frolic on the patio
Outside the sliding glass window,
Realizes he is living his life
In a cage
Only slightly larger than that
Of the parakeet.
Courtesy of his loving (themselves) owners,
Who have bought his freedom
From the pet shop or pound,
He has been further relieved of the burdens
Of procreation and child-rearing,
While being afforded a waived tuition
Into what Bunuel nailed as
The Discreet Charms of the Bourgeoisie.
“No Free Lunch” by Gerald Locklin from: Poets and Pleasure Seekers. © Spout Hill Press, 2015.
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