I GOT YOUR BEANBAG
Good God, this is treacherous stuff;
The lady in the supermarket lobby, on
the phone. Oblivious to Earth and places.
She just rolled on, in an endless fashion,
about the washer and the soap powder
she'd be buying. She made me want to
puke. Next to her, a precarious pile of
oranges seemed ready to topple, and
she wasn't helping that scene any either.
God, lady, isn't that your kid punching
the Lotto machine? If 'oranges' are called
oranges because they're 'orange,' I wonder
what she told him Lotto is named for?
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