The Superblog 5000

Tags: I Dunno

On my way to the retail paradise, down the block,

I watch people in their various phases of shop,

When I’m there I’m confronted with an icy glare,

Of sugar-coated “timbits”, bleeding strawberry blood,

Beside blueberry donuts oozing tears of jealousy,

For their little hearty friends who are sold by the twenty,

Compared to the pithy dozen of yore,

It’s a comparable ailment to cancers or sores,

On my way back I notice the saddest of faces,

Pales to the grief of my untied shoelaces,

Perhaps, said myself, responding to I,

Humans care less for donuts than life.