at trader moe's
are too friendly
as they push your food
across the counter.
so, sandwiches tonight huh?
or flowers
for the mrs, eh?
in trouble? yup, been there
my friend.
love that romaine lettuce,
you too?
i never know where to
stand,
where to push my cart.
how do i
give them money, or a
credit card.
what's with the flowered
shirts.
the bell.
the happy cheerful attitudes.
it's a cult
i tell you, a damn satanic
cult.
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