Sunday, March 20, 2011

Ode to the Outlet Store

Light that outshines the stars
Glitter that outneons the bars
Show me in your crowded place
Consumerism’s ugly haggard face
Women possessed by candy stores
Crash blindly into me on floors
I try in café to find safety and hide
From spectacular spectacles I deride
Newspapers absent from convenience
Therefore do I my purgatorial penance
Not relaxing in a pricey coffee shop
But from tired leg to leg I hop
An hour before the truth I face
An outlet store is no man’s place

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