Poetry

Today I came out of the store to get a cart.
I struggled with two stuck together.
Then I saw a man walking toward me with an empty one.
I smiled politely and asked if he was finished.
"Its a madhouse in there," he said.
I laughed politely and said, "Yeah, I know."
"You'll see," he said, "You're next. You're next."
As he left, I thought,
How poetic.