Is shopping really a pleasure?


cupcakes
check
cookies
check

white corn
nowhere to be found
kind employees
unable to help
not in stock
avocado
check

keep on walking
rude customers
check
the last bag of rice
check
why isn’t my publix as nice as the white man’s

check check checkout
conveyor belt
fifty eight dollars and seventy five cents
money exchanged
is shopping really a pleasure?

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