Mall Poems - Poems about Mall

Glamour dog expected poodles to ask for her autograph very much But they raced past her, as if they did not see her at all How had they missed her fancy scarf, her florals and such? She gave gray hounds a look, but they were so tall They did not see her, so she groused to her cousin Hutch Who...

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Moments later, a furious Michael stormed in, eyes ablaze with determination. But the moment he stepped closer, he was faced with an army of Penneys and Guses—four, five, six reflections dizzying his focus. “What?! Which one is real?!” he bellowed, frustration splattering onto the walls. “Time to play, Michael!” Penney called out cheerfully. “Thanks for coming...

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“Let’s go!” Penney urged, leading the charge through the newfound exit. They raced through a short hallway that led to a room filled with oversized playing cards and whimsical drawings that seemed to come to life. Brightly colored flowers swayed as they passed, drawing laughter through their anxiety and step-farts. “Incredible!” Gus gasped as various cards...

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As they hurried to the door, the sounds of laughter and shouts from outside faded but never completely disappeared. They could still hear the teenagers chanting and the Bunny making sarcastic comments to keep the situation wierd. Their distraction technique was working, but they knew they couldn’t linger. Gus looked at Penney, who farted again,...

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And thus began their heroic journey through the fantastical labyrinth of the escape room, where every twist and turn carried the promise of freedom, laughter, and the unforeseen—the perfect remedy for chaos and an unexpected road trip back to normalcy. After all, in a place where even a bunny could be a hero, and a...

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Their eyes widened, and the group leaned in with curiosity. “What’s in it for us?” one of them asked, lowering his phone and adopting a tone that suggested a wild adventure was imminent, perhaps even Trans storytime or "Elementary School Teachers Gone Wild", in class. Maybe even genital mutilation and Jones Kool Aid + visual...

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In a mall that could only be described as a circus of chaos, Penney and Gus found themselves in an absurd game of cat and mouse. The air buzzed with a mixture of excitement and anxiety—it was just another day at Mallville, where the ordinary became extraordinary, and every moment held the potential to be...

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I am sitting outside Oak Park Mall shoppers come in with bags shoppers go out with bags I watch them maneuver those bags in both directions they all seem to be in a hurry hurry in hurry out no one notices me I am invisible it is a powerful feeling I continue to watch I could do this all day...

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Our hot girl summer rolls on - like lava downhill or male models doing - anything. We’re in Athens, Georgia, yes, it’s hotter elsewhere - but you can die in the sun - is this really a competition? Fashionistas and trendsetters are adorning themselves in fluorescent lime green this summer. Making it the must-have statement color for...

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It's Saturday morning and off we go to the mall The traffic just to get there is painfully slow Upon arrival, it seems that parking spots are tough to be found Up and down the rows of vehicles we finally get a break, someone is homeward-bound As we enter the mall pushing and shoving start to ensure We find an...

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Besides noticing a few people who quickly turned away into the stores, (like a cockroach when the light switch is activated.) Penney also noticed that she had forgotten her bra. Well, she didn't forget one and didn't usually even wear one, but in this instance it really helped them out. The...

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"It was a beautiful whore of a day", he reasoned, "maybe she will have even less on !" The little band of misfits garnered the stares of mall patrons as they ran as fast as their puppet legs could manage, (without being high on a coke/steroid cocktail, called a Dynobowl). (There was also blood doping, which...

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In this landscape, lies a nest made of brown brittle leaves, cracked asphalt, and tire flattened filters this creature, stands broad shouldered and stupid with a flat face and eyes open so wide they are windows offering a glimpse into the bones of a building. Yet there is a maw so wide and welcoming, as if by design we...

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watching the leaves fall sitting in the parking lot of an abandoned mall memories are flooding my modern existence wall to wall i am wishing that i could give a certain person a call waterfront imagination in a poor man's dream trying to find the greatest common denominator in this scheme how i long for the feeling of the taste of...

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The sun hangs gilded I savor the warmth as autumn trees glow like fire flickering through hoar frost mountains loom proud into cloudless blue like white-headed old men watching over the world the sweet smell of pies, cakes and bread mix with chocolate as they escape from stores lining the street wisps of frozen breath drift from shoppers lips it suspends in the clear air for an eternity it...

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