Monday, December 20, 2010

death by shopping cart

shoppers salivate,
grab their angst,
and grind their teeth,
open the cattle gate,
tear in,
like a snowplow over a sewer grate,
meet the demand,
get the deal,
grab the boxes,
an old lady squeals,
"It's not like it was in the old days,
people were courteous and had respect for their elders!"

The place went silent,
you could hear an angel fart,
the old lady was dead,
run over by a shopping cart.


Old Ollie said...

Hitting the mall soon. What a Bitch.

Fisheye Lens said...

Angels fart? Now there's a Divine Wind!