Screeching styrofoam – dry icebergs
grinding against each other, dandruff
flakes falling on the floor.
Illiterate idiots – pushing shopping carts
out of Walmart entrances,
into the exits.
Seatbelt alarms – blaring from Ford Focuses
and binging from Toyota Yarises, the second
the car is in drive.
180-degree conversationalists – I just started a new acne
medication/I have this one huge pimple, Frank’s car
broke down/My car is a piece of crap, Bob just lost
his job/I wish I could quit mine.
White lies – membership dues and rent
are all you have to pay, you could totally pass
for twenty-one, you did all you could
to save him, you have no place
in my future, I miss
*Still quite rough, but I like this topic. It’ll be fun to polish off when I’m not exhausted.