Walmart

I want to mingle with the people of Walmart as they regally push their shopping carts Eclectically dressed perfection each a work of art Camouflaged chic or an old guy dressed like a tart Back and forth my eyes dart Over there a sequinned heart and here a bedazzled jacket that looks real smart Some saunter, some sashay reaching into pockets and purses to pay The happy faced discounts make everyone’s day Treasure troves in hand life’s better than okay See the flying nun with her habit hiding her gun Today’s discounted ammo is tomorrow’s fun As I watch her pay I wonder if her beads and bullets help her to pray A coupon cowboy basement bargain pleasure a new pair of jeans some pork and beans for good measure Get in, get out no time for leisure Here the world moves too fast he don’t like the pressure Low cut tight tops girls searching for cheap bargains galore listen to the cash registers beep I let the sights and sounds into my brain seep None of these people are sheep humanity is well beyond skin deep Lingering laughter later might make it hard to sleep Perhaps too much butt cleavage and beep bleep bleep! Inspired by Kurt Ravinda’s poem “A Metophor” his is a brilliant piece.