It is noon.

The men wear their gray business suits.
Made of Orlon and Dacron,
And stored in plastic bags.
The women wear their white dresses,
Made of Rayon and Nylon,
And stored in plastic bags.

In the evening, they eat 
Their dinners off of paper
Plates; then watch their Color
T.V.’s.

And in the middle of the night.
  I see the truth.

And nothing else