Shopping Cart

There’s a shopping cart in Wheeler Hall.

I really don’t know what it’s doing there.

Why even bother pulling it up the stairs?

But all the same,

I wonder if that’s the kind of education we get here.

Shopping around.

Picking the best value on sale...

A false bargain, really.

There’s no point in going for what’s cheaper

When in the end, we’ll pay for everything-

Even the things we haven’t bought.

The cart is empty.

Maybe the shopper agrees.

Maybe that’s why they abandoned it

In front of the classroom door

Within this hallowed hall

As a final declaration of spite.