Plastic bags in rows
and different colors
the lights cook the employee’s
brains like the meat that spins
so slowly in the machine.
Everyone is at the window
or slowly moving toward
the door, as there is death
outside and they all want to see.
A small blue car crushed under
the neon sign which wore the symbol
of a turtle, just another corporate mascot
covered in blood, and broken.
They pull the people out and lay
them on the concrete and watch
the wreckage burn while sirens
make their noises in the distance.
Back inside the empty store
a man with no money
takes a hundred bucks
from the register and swallows
chocolate while he tears out
naked women from the binding
of their magazines.
Opportunity Chaos
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