He has placed before you fire and water; stretch out your hand for
whichever you choose.
Can it be thrift when math necessitates
you choose between power or a timer belt?
A car can run on hope, but LIPA dealt
its inky cut-off notice: thrift dictates
more making-do. Thus should we celebrate
your television-watching, latch-key kids,
who’ve never had a latch, much less a gate,
for saving you sitters. You took the lowest bid
from Xbox. Glory be to Lipitor,
your icebox chose no hericot, no plums!
We choose our nannies over a Nanny State,
the farmer’s market over your chain store.
You lack all thrift, unless you count the crumbs,
that art of making light from an empty plate.