Shopping Cart

The Shopping Cart Upon my veritable throne I survey subjects of sundry colors, cans and jars, packets and bags arrayed in reverent order before me. I am appointed, by natural virtue captain of this mighty ship past denizens of the white-tiled, polished sea steered through (a)isles by two sturdy hands. Before me lies, in mangled letters, a royal sanction, listing treasures from far and wide my trained eyes decipher the cryptic codes rendered in smudged ink, and by my direction, mine alone we cruise past other ships, on their missions, seeking loot to plunder off soaring towers like panels painted in the same color. When at last, our voyage concludes, our ship, weary but worthy languidly does sail over to the fine, bespectacled statue behind a glowing screen. Our treasures they measure with that beeping baton, when at last, in the name of the King, we are charged royal customs, each one of us a tributary. And off we go, onto terra firma where I shall become a child again, and my subjects, most ungraciously packed into suffocating little plastic bags. Dated - 29th October 2021