we're out of ink, out of milk
or cream.
we're low
on gas,
detergent, paper towels
and
some many things.
there's only
one chip
left in the bag.
dear Lord.
how quickly we run
to the store.
we can't do without.
it's an ever ending
merry go round,
and they know
as long as we're
alive,
they'll keep making more.
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