Trader Joe’s Parking Lot
I was born
right after the War
the people were skinny
the cars were fat,
with great big watermelon fenders
and bulging rutabaga bumpers.
We all liked that.
When Lady Liberty
lifted her skirt
to show off
her scallion gams,
the succotash soldiers jigged and sang,
“We Won, You Know, Uncle Sam”.
We all liked that.
Now here we are,
ignominy:
the people got fat,
the parking space skinny.
Nobody likes that.
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