I’m all lost in the supermarket
I have never been happier
so many aisles with so many products
so many grownups get their shopping done here.
Hey mama mama, come here and find me
wrapped up in the cereal aisle
you know Trix are just Kix with more colors
I eat a bowl and I scream for a while.
They got the fifty-pound dog food
they got the corn in a can
they got the guy stacking apples
he is a good-looking man
they got the black and white floor tiles
they got the checkout machines
they got pineapples marked down
to just a dollar fifteen.
I wanna ride in the supermarket
mama please just put me in the cart
I promise I won’t kick or make noise now
I’ll follow rules you might want to impart
I wanna sit in the shopping cart seat now
the bars make lines in my fat little legs
I wanna ride through the frozen department
I wanna ride past the sour cream and eggs
Hey mama mama, come here and find me
jumping the platform on the big magic door
I make it open and close it’s so easy
I found this piece of gum stuck to the floor.
They got the dish soap and cleanser
they got the bacon and beans
they got a can with a label
that I don’t know what it means
they got the Leonid Brezhnev
they got uranium ore
they got the todd-a-ler diapers
that I don’t wear anymore
they got the frozen dead chickens
they got the turkeys and veals
they got the doors in the back room
and all the things they conceal
they got the beans and the brown rice
they got the Swiss cheese and ham
they got the shopping cart wobble
because the front wheel is jammed
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I still ride supermarket carts. Though only on the back, and only in the parking lot. I no longer fit in the little flip-down seats.
By the way this has “mash-up” written all over it!
I stuck my fingers in the wheels of a shopping cart once, when I was about three. Got them skinned to the bone. I remember going to sleep on the couch not knowing I should be freaked out by it. It was sort of Tom Waitsian, not so much David Byrne-ish.
Fine, fine! I will click through to your site twice in one day. But only to say that I misread “they got a can with a label” as “they got a can with labia.”
(I know of flashlights with labia, but you can only find those in adult stores.)
I got email today with the subject line “HOT BLONDE WITH HUGE BREASTS NAMED AMY” and my first thought was “she named her breasts? Weird.”
Doesn’t everyone?