Supermarket Sweep
I filled this world
Bucket by bottomless bucket,
With flooding hearts.
He seized them back
Like a sack of potatoes,
Idaho-style.
Peeled them, stripped them clean.
Down to the bare, pale surface.
I had never seen such a sight.
It was all too much to take in,
Damnit,
He grinned.
Why are these matters always so humorous
To the modern male?
I pry them back from his greedy hands and
Wrap them up in leftover skin.
They’re cracked like the soles of an old pair of shoes.
That’s how I like ‘em, anyhow.
Who wants full quality,
When you only need half priced?
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