Total Eclipse of the Mart
our savings accounts cry out for more
but we only have so much to give
coins jingling away in the pocket
a few dirty fives in the wallet
the shelves are in need of grocery
but the old mom and pop charges an extra fifty-three cents
for a can of spaghettios
and another dollar thirty-three for a box of cheerios
we don’t want to be part of the crowd in the big box store
faceless numbers that try to save what little they have
for a future they don’t
choices are fewer than digits in our incomes
and we dance the dance of bargains
and everyday low prices
having forgot what value really means
