So I quickly brainstormed a haiku about… Well consumerism. This is not a topic I normally cover, but here I go.
How Some Find Beauty (The T-Shirt)
I touch, hold, caress
It’s warm and calming cotton
And the shirt’s half off!
EDIT: So apparently, people don’t know what I meant by the poem. The character is admiring a shirt in a store that is 50% off the regular price and this intrigues them. The poem is portraying how people are seduced by prices and shopping.
D.K. Phoenix 