The Life of the Worldparty

At Walmart, oh what I’ve seen: Hitler in the fruit section studying obsequiously grapes fallen from the bunch The Buddha with his eyes closed, having wandered inside incidentally, feeling always the spray of the timed mists A Prince stumbling into the furniture and inspecting lazily all the frozen foods - he shakes his head regardless You by the meat and combs You by the greeting cards and stationary You by the baby’s clothes I am simply, one can observe, carted around by my mother while I contemplate the cigarettes and the vodka, scribble in a notebook and ogle pretty women Those timid souls of the world stay far from Walmart, bittersweet tender souls