Wednesday, March 11, 2009

It's 80s night at the supermarket
there are breakdancers in the deodorant aisle
pop-lockers boogie down rows and rows and rows of carbonated beverages
and I forgot my legwarmers

it's 80s night at the supermarket
and I'm trying not to choose life in the deli
there are air guitars in the bread aisle
and we all jump when Diamond Dave tells us to.

its 80s night in the supermarket
behind various mirrors, big brother watches
considering more bleach for my acid wash jeans
and I'm thinking of checking out.