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Aug 2017
Herds of motorized carts
owned and operated
by loafers and gold bricks
hoard and grovel through
the hot asphalt paved parking lots.
Impatient soccer moms
take the lives of innocent pedestrians
in exchange for parking spaces.
Automatic doors open and close
as you enter and the cool breeze
hits before you grab
the preferred size wobble wheels
and fight viciously,
through crowds of the
other consumers to forage items
on your list at the food library.
Wide variety of beer selections
have everything you want,
except for the one tasty beverage
you desire.
Seafood department lures you
in like a lunker with their
buy one get one free deals.
Half off half eaten fruits and vegetables
from the produce department.
Red alert sales on red meats and beefs
from the meat department.
Persuaded coupons clipped
in the Sunday's paper
to coax you away from the
competition.
Patrons of the golden age
super market era,
distracted by discounted priced items,
come to a grinding halt and block traffic
in the aisles of damaged goods
and all life as we know it
stops instantaneously
as we shrewdly gaze
with prying eyes
and eagerly wanting
to push them aside.
Guttersnipes roll in off
the streets and back alley ways with unscrupulous thieving eyes
to stuff and fill their pockets
with cheap fixings of
counterproductive chicken feed.
Detained by those minimum wage
retail rental cops,
who take their job way too seriously,
threaten and intimidate these derelicts
with no real authority
other than to use a roll of quarters
and a nearby payphone
to call the imperials.
As you end your journey
of consumerism and
await customer service
in the back of the longest line,
you notice that empty
miserable look on the cashiers face.
It's like a time lapse of
soul crushing creativity.
Watch others unload
their provisions and
pay astronomical prices
on low quality pabulum
refreshments
with food stamps
and WIC vouchers.
Patiently waiting for the clerk
to ring up your totals,
you can't help but to think
how you could be so privileged
to overcome these grueling obstacles
and empty your bank account
to purchase these
momentary products.
Rick the shoe shine boy
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Rick the shoe shine boy  36/M/Couch to couch USA
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