Eternal Complaint
My mom's children numbered four,
so, when she went to the grocery store,
she filled the cart up and then some more,
and complained to her friends in frustration -
she'd paid twenty dollars (because of inflation)
at the grocery store.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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