wal-mart

dear friend,

lets get drunk and go to wal-mart
we’ll cruise the isles
and tear the toy department apart.

with jovial elation
we’ll return the greeters
salutation...

then ride the shopping carts
like humvees through through the streets
of bahgad.

courtesy clerks will frown at our hands
and under the florecant light
in the dressing room
i will touch the wetness that makes time stop.


Let’s drink vodka from a slurpee cup
ponder kitchen apliances
and compare them to our dwindling finances.

The courtesy clerks have seen it all before,
I touch your naked breast
and kiss you in the middle of the store.

We are old and ugly
maybe
or they are young and hard
like unripe fruit.
We maybe have bloomed,
and America is doomed,
so lets get drunk at Wal-mart.