Broke

About a very poorly run store...

 

 

 

 

 

Don't be fooled by the splintered wood

The walls that are melting apart

You'd go in and see what you could

If you were smart, if you were smart

 

Crowded together because nothing would sell

The breakables inside fit their name well

They plunged to the ground when the sky fell

Smashed goods washed away with the swell.

 

In my shop, there's no lock on the door

The full shelves aren't price-marked anymore

They've all gone, leaving an empty desk

Ready for theives, running from the dusk

 

Don't mind the guard, he won't do any harm

He's old and blind, and has a poor heart

Don't expect him to raise the alarm

Just go in and grab a shopping cart

  

 

Author's Note

I'll admit, now, that this poem was not easy to write. Not because ideas wouldn't come, but because it made me see things I didn't want to see so clearly.
(When I first posted this, I hoped no one would understand it. Yet, when no one did, it bugged me A LOT. It has absolutely NOTHING to do with a grocery store. It's me and what I let happen to myself because of one person. and it's full of sarcasm.)

Reviews

[Emily B]

Seeing it for what it is--is a very good start to getting to what it could be. If that makes any sense at all. Stark and real. Honest words make a very good start.

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

Part of me wanted to laugh because this was really super funny; the rest of me wants to really watch out for stores like this. ;)

This was great! Definitely a creative piece. And definitely describes a small liquor store that's... erm... "low on cash".

Awesome imagery! Awesome work!

Eternally Yours, Jasmine*

[Alexander Fox]

Wow. Very observant of current events, and you even got a chance 2 put in some symbolism. Very nice.