Cheap Morals by E S Stevens

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This poem was inspired by a visit to a gas station. I hope you enjoy.

Submitted: May 28, 2012

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Cheap Morals

 

 

The steam of my Circle KK coffee

rises from the confines of its Styrofoam abode.

 

Sneaking through the hole in the plastic lid

like convicts fleeing as the guards eat their steak.

 

I sit and stare at my recent purchase

eyeing it over; it sits on death row.

 

My ethics conflict with its sugary goodness.

Delicious: yes.  Fair trade: unlikely so.

 

As such, it steams.  Its crimes are showcased.

I grovel over the harm in the world I have done.

 

And yet, ironically, all this grief makes me thirsty.

I extend my arm to take a small sip.

 

I try to persuade my brain that I hate it,

but it seems my tongue has a mind of its own.

 

Its warmth temporarily comforts my conscience

as it travels downward, filling me more.

 

I set the cup down, feeling defeated,

like Eve with the fresh taste of fruit on her lips.

 

I stare at the coffee, but it sits unaware.

It is not the guilty one here; I am.

 

I was the one that bought cheap discount coffee,

a Styrofoam cup I’ll just throw away.

 

With grief and guilt clouding my judgment,

suddenly a beacon of hope shines through;

 

While making my purchase, I dropped a nickel to charity.

All things considered, (slurp), I guess that’ll do.

 


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