You saw the lines weren’t too long
so you went for the gas first---
spend a little time, save a lot of
money you thought. But it took 
longer than you expected [too 
many ‘tanks’ as you call SUVs
filling up their 50 gallon tanks]
so by the time you went into the
giant store, you were feeling like 
a crab trapped in a net as you
wrestled through the weekend
horde of bargain hunters…

Finally at home, you plopped 
down in the comfy chair as 
the nightly news came on and
sipped the fresh brewed French
roast and ate a piece of rich
chocolate cake you bought at
Costco and felt a bit sad for 
those poor people in Ukraine
as you watched war in hi-def.

Still, the thought uppermost in
your mind, as your eyes scanned
so many dead bodies lying quiet
in the streets like stones thrown
randomly, was just how damn 
good the coffee was and how 
much you had saved going to
the big box store…