Church of the Whooshay

Kenny G

read slowly:

(The pinnacle of our society:
the supermarket)

we all come together
over toothpaste
and reduced-price DVDs

we all walk the walk
of the fluorescent aisles

we all talk the talk
of green
and food stamps

we pray as one
over the checkout lane
hands reaching for wallets

we go to one
that’s the same as
the next one
and the next one

we are held together
by the mystical power
of purchase

we are ushered in
by the invisible hand
of the Whooshay

we pray to him
and load our carts
to our favorite songs
quietly piped in

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