lyrik – eine sprache der auszehrung?

beitrag von: Lisi

Transcendent body

My body 
              is a 
barcode 
                                              Individual 
          Waiting to be 
                                 scanned 


    A product 
                        wrapped up 
             just to 
                                          be torn up
         by greedy 
                                     hands 



Left to 
                         be dowered 
            after that 
                                               landing in 
      a bin

                                      If stolen 
            paid for 
                                or presented 

I serve 
                     one purpose 
                                          Providing 
     pleasure 

                         mind 
       floating 
                                               away 

Since when 
                              does a thing 
             a product 
                                              a barcode 
   have a 
                     conscious?

                                         
  
                                           Since ever

My barcode
            
                          is 
         


          broken


                                             why?
    

                          I blacked it out.