Some times
With a random amount of time to ****
I will hold it tender
In my pocket
And cruise Target
Sometimes it's K-Mart
Except that those places
Are rapidly disappearing
Like rainforests or wolves
The circle of life
Priced according to the neighborhood
It wants to attract
Honey to flies
Flies pumping out popular hits
Over almost too quiet speakers
Just loud enough to down out
The mark up prices
Of Dollar Store quality footwear
I walk the aisles
Lined in fruity colors
Soft textures
Containers to contain all the things
That made you feel better
For a moment
I ****** the 89$ sheets
Disappointed
Of coarse
That I do not want them
That I do not need them
In fact
I roam this florescent lit sheet metal deathhouse
(In tornado season, of coarse)
With the distinct point
That I do not Need any thing
Lined up on shelves
Displayed in temporary box displays
Except.....
I should get some T.P.
And cat litter....
Cause really,
Everyone does ****

(JL)