THE DISNEYLAND OF COMMONER'S HELL

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JOURNAL # 40

what a colorful ant farm
WALMART  has morphed
itself into becoming
around every corner
there seems
a hill to conquer
ere treat to be confiscated
angry mobs to circumvent
along the busier and busier
prefabricated aisle ways
though they plaster a polite
vague smile upon their shrewdly
intent shopper's faces
still they
(the customer/ants that is!)
take on a whole new hierarchy
of meaning
the levels of comedic interaction
resemble a modern day
Canterbury Tales
the butcher, the baker
and the candlestick maker
well except now the candle stick maker
is the telephone repair man
skulking about the produce aisle
dangerously low tool belt in tow
eying every pretty young girl in tight clothes
snapping gum
and looking for the Hanna Montana aisle
it is a lured world
forged from
lowered prices and miles of
indiscriminate bulk
A Dante's Inferno of produce
and cheap underwear all its own
all and all 'The Disney Land Of Commoner's Hell'
but hey a gal has to sell her dignity somewhere
to save ten percent on her food bill
most especially in these hairy times
so mask yourselves in an undaunted demeanor
and go in search of your  Wizard of Ho Ho's
Your Cheapliness of Medicinals
as you secretly seek to truly find
Your Unbound Fiber of Flowing Zen.................
(March 22, 2011 139pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

inspired by my most recent grocery shopping trip to Walmart. I contemplated the ant farm metaphor as I sat on one of those black metal benches at the front of the store after having checked out and was waiting for my friend to finish her own grocery shopping. I enjoyed writing it  so I hope you equally enjoy reading it. I think a lot of people can relate to this experience of mine.

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