Walking down aisle four

Disturbing passers by with my

Intensely growling thunder-like,

Three-days-I-haven’t-eaten, and

Angry-as-a-beaten-beast demeanor.

Not knowing what I’m searching for.

The food looks lovely. Take your pick.

The shelves are full. I guess it’s good.

But empty pockets tickle me these days.

Which I don’t fancy, if I’m being honest.

I’d give a crap and take a crab

If I came down from People magazine’s

front page. My frownsome days blur

into one now at the speed of light.

Those jeans are sitting really nicely

On such a tight condition.

Well that was quite sufficient,

I would reckon. Such fancy, posh

rendition. With empty pockets

coming in. I’m leaving with an

empty gaze. You know -

Just one of those -

Blue or a white - it doesn’t matter

Collar days.

Rinse and repeat?

Let me refresh the page.