Bonnie squeals as the cart soars past various boxes of cereals and granola bars. She glances at her brother, Clyde, expecting him to share her fright, but is bewildered to see that he is thrashing about in a fit of giggles, enjoying the thrill of the ride. Knuckles white as snow, Bonnie's frail little fingers grasp the side of the red cart with all of their might as her eyes clamp shut. Her heart beats faster than the speed of light, and she questions her motives for agreeing to Clyde's devilish ways.

She reminisces on their earlier arrival at the Local Target. They had come with their mother, planning to do a little grocery shopping and then be on their way. Of course, Clyde had schemed up a way to stray from his mother's side unnoticed. Bonnie still can't fathom how he managed to drag her down with him.

Cautiously, wind whipping through her hair, Bonnie peaks one eye open and instantly regrets it. She let's out an ear - piercing howl as the cart thrusts into a mountain of PopTart boxes large enough to be deemed the Empire State Building's father. She crawls out of the heap only to be met by an eruption of heartfelt laughter spewing from her brother's mocking lips. "You should have seen your face!" Clyde teases as Bonnie sends daggers through his skull.

The two troublemakers step out of the cart and attempt to retrace the way back to their mother. Devastated, they come to the conclusion that the aisles now resemble a maze. As they confidently take on this new challenge and make their way through the unknown, their spirits quickly take a downward spiral upon realizing that they have ended up back where they began. Tired and desperately longing to go home, the two siblings reach a clearing past the aisles and are overjoyed to spy their mother waiting patiently in line at a register with a new cart in hand.

Bonnie and Clyde casually lazy on over to their mother's side and make light conversation as if they had never left.

Cash registers and sleepy morning smiles
swept with the exciting smell
of new-old things.

He greeted me at the end of the line and  
I asked him how he was-

          "Cant you tell? I'm radiating with joy!
           Every breath in my chest is a light
           charged and glowing through my bones.
           My throat is sore from laughing,
           my cheeks from smiling,
           and it's the sweetest pain I've ever known."

   -and he was.

If I can punch a guy in the eye for 50% off WiFi imagine would I would do for pride thanking god for these blessing
At the dinner table
Then choked a dude out with a cat 5 cable
For the marked down kitchen table
Daddy got a new pair of shoes
in exchange for some black and blues
Had a happy thanks giving
a few F yous
got hit in the head by a granny
Over some slippers in isle two
She punched me in the face
And rolled over my shoes
as she cheered
from her wheeled chair
So i pushed her chair into some tissues
I gotta do what I gotta do
Besides
Another 60 off the label
you would do the same too!
I'm loading up on everything,
even bought some blues clues,
Buying **** I don't need,
cause it's the thing to do.
Going off just like my cable
Forget family time on the holidays
I more I save it's like I'm getting paid
Buying **** I don't need
Then return it in may
critics criticize these little guys

A creation from big corporations
Living to buy till the day you die
Looking for the best deals, seems like a steal
But its a trap, a well hidden trap
LED TVs you don't need
Black watch you've already got
Smart phones the same as you own
Subconsciously told where to go, what to get,
we forget what is really important.
The friends and family, strong relationships,
And fellowships that make us fortunate.
Spend time on those we still got
Because that can't be bought,

Standing in the middle
of an Old Navy,
waiting on my boo
to finish trying on clothes.
I always feel so out of place
shopping for cute things,
like I'm just not girly enough.
I'd rather go play around
in the toy aisle.
I never was one for matching
prints and colors
and figuring out make-up patterns.
Maybe one day I'll grow up,
figure this stuff out,
but god, I hope not.

I bought my happiness at the dollar store; ninety nine cents, plus tax.
I threw the wrapping in the trash inside,
Before I'd even left the store.
I wore it then, the whole way home,
to dinner and to bed.
I even wore it in my dream,
The best sleep I'd ever had.

When I woke in the morning, with great dispare, my happiness was gone.
So here I stand in line again,
With ninety nine cents in hand.