The final frontier is the produce aisle Deli slicers becoming sharper the longer the wait A silhouette of man walks in... He keeps his cigarette case beside a miniature purple ***** His hat real low, a tacky star fruit badge, and a belt of attendance awards Always first in line Buzzer calling for ticket number nine His hand slowly draws for his concealed nine Hand to hand and eye to eye "The regular, gimme my cut, gimme the rolls, gimme the cheese" Plastic bag with the goods A slick crawl out of the store Pulls out his bag to inspect the rolls "**** this is honey turkey!"