Welcome to the warehouse, temple of consumer excess. Fill your carts with ten-pound boxes of sugar cereal, hundred-pound bags of flour. Batteries by the dozens; soap in ten-gallon jugs too big to lift. Enough food fills the shelves to feed a small country, but it parades out the doors for the SUVs to swallow while shoppers waddle through the exit sucking in pizza, ice cream, and hot dogs too big for their buns.
First published in 2008 in Pairs of Poems and on protestpoems.org
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