POEM - Grocery Shopping? This is War!!

The plaza was so hip

That it took the fake names

From the proposal drawing

And turned them into real restaurants

As real as a load of bourgeois narcissists can get

I told you there'd be a price

For freedom

But the price was clearly marked in the upscale produce section

Though the rate of return was questionable

Does organic sawdust really need to exist?

But there were plenty of takers willing to rush the stands

There is no juice in your juicing

I was remarked at

Or you wouldn't be so, you know

With the obviously obtuse references

And your head wouldn't be that particular shade of round

It is obvious from the dusting of your chi

That there are other issues

That skirting the chakras

Just won't come close to eradicating

But I protest

Uprightly

On behalf of all free radicals

BOUNCY        BOUNCY        BING               BANG                         BOOM

YOU CAN’T STOP THIS TRAIN A'ROLLING MISTER!

Cause we got the swagger

That you just can’t swag

When you’re in on our scene

See, the thing is, you lost it

When square went cool

And pasty went mainstream

And blasé' fought it out

Back behind the restaurant

With indifference

And won

I guess

Or whatever

So fun bag it to the rodeo Cowboy Dan

This caravan has the salt in it

All pink and Himalayan-y

What the flax!

You got some spirulina ideas!

If you chia I'm gonna patchouli your taro root!

TAPIOCA!!!

But my war cry goes unnoticed

As I count to seven once again