a poem.
i knew this would happen, i could feel it—i swear
when i walked into the store
& smelled yeast in the air
the mayonaise had run out
the tuna ran dry
& once again i was stuck
waiting on the obnoxious double meat sub guy
the ice machine broke down
the oven beeper was blaring
we ran out of bread
& people were staring
they were more than just staring
they burned down that store
i was so happy
the end.
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