Walmart – Author Billy Charles Root

 

Another noon day Friday at Walmart.

Five hour hiatus wait for the boys.

Stretched out Minuets,

Stressed out heart,

Stroll around and play with the toys.

Maybe jump on a new bike,

And ride around like a dork.

Associates eagle eye staring at me,

As if he’d stab me with a fork.

 

Guess I’ll do what all men do,

Go to hardware instead.

Cordless drill all pretty and new,

And a flashlight in the shape,

Of a hammerhead.

In a nearby Isle I hear dying,

Child screaming for want of buying.

Parents nerves, there a frying.

I’m out, hasta,

buh-bye-ing.

 

Strolling swagger down,

to automotive town,

Pick up some oil and a filter.

Cart sounds like locomotive growl,

Off to get some glitter.

Gallon of milk on my way,

to the paper plates and towels.

Oh my gosh what’s that you say,

A spill in isle twelve?

 

Moving on to care of lawn,

For a roll of weed eater string.

Rake and shovel, garden wand,

Then down to jewelry for some bling.

Loaf of bread but all is gone,

Must be a storm on its way.

At the front to have your nails done,

And I’ll get a haircut,

What do you say?

 

A pair of shoes

And holiday candy

Elvis sings the blues

A workout for your fanny.

Five hundred lanes

Only ten being open

On the first and fifteenth

Man you must be jokin

 

So I search and find

A quicker way out of this grind

A self-checkout line

About to check out and I’m doing fine

Discard that last line

The, find a line rhyme

Wishing I could turbocharge this line time

Do cats really have lives times nine

Oh well back to losing my fried mind

 

So I swishy swipe

My super Swiffer wipe

Across twenty red laser lights

Which sends off an error message and turns on a Beacon light

 

 

I just might get in a fight tonight

Okay deep breath

Here comes another associate

She heads my way and then disappears

Shows up out of nowhere

I have no idea where she went

Clears the code

I pay and off I go

To my car where sanity abodes

Oh wait one more scene in this show

 

As I make my way for the exit

Marked very clearly above the door

Someone obviously illiterate

Enters through the exit into the store

Finally car sweet car

Wherefore hath thou been sweet car

Plop down inside

Rub tired eyes

With deep sighs

I shrug off my cries

And at last to Walmart I bid

buh-bye

 

© Billy Charles Root

Billy Front Cover

Excerpt from the book “Pressing On”


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About the Author

My name is Billy Charles Root. I was born October 21, 1975, in San Bernardino California and was for the most part raised by my father In Rialto and Apple Valley California. In 1995 I moved to Oklahoma where my wife Tina and I have nine children combined and 3 grandchildren. I have been a professional automotive technician for twenty years now and I still am for the United States postal service.

Visit Billy’s Author Page At:www.ctupublishinggroup.com/billy-charles-root.html



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