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.
2 comments:
Hitting the mall soon. What a Bitch.
Angels fart? Now there's a Divine Wind!
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