Shopping Cart


No one likes the shopping cart
Weak and poorly built
With squeaky and rickety wheels
Constantly looked down upon
Yet he carries everyone's groceries

The shopping cart is often mistaken
For a waste of space
A pest to the more privileged
Always asking to be repaired
Yet he carries everyone's groceries

The shopping cart wishes he could be
The Mercedes and BMW
Who drive by roaring with laughter
They may be more efficient
But the odds were in their favor

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