The Curse of the Queuing Beast

the curse of the queuing beast
is to ever be standing in line
nose to rump, with its ilk
shopping for sardines, unless
stepping out after a carton of milk

eyeing off others of its kind with such glee
this specimen of ignoble mediocrity
will race down aisle after aisle
in fluorescent-lit purgatory, perpetually
eschewing the freedom of walking the green mile

bepimpled persons of origin unknown
why act you thus, have you no homes?
clog not the arteries of commerce and trade
indeed remove thy ample-sized footprints forthwith
lest i find due cause to be solely one more in thy midst!

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Just some guy trying to figure out where the "on" switch is hid on the remote control—ah, forget it. Because, you know what, I'm also the kinda guy who always likes the book waaay more than the movie! View all posts by Lorem Ipsum

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