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Shopping CartShelly ate dinner at her oak desk while shopping AmazonLet her pampered little pooch finish her filet mignonShe’s buyin’ some crazy ruby crystals for her new life coachIce Age dvd..battery toothbrush and an ivory broochShe just tosses what she don’t useWants a coat that’s pink n sporty, to match the sweater on her YorkieWhen they go out for shampoosNo..she never thinks about the cost, buys it all without leavin’ the loftOverlookin’ Central ParkListening to iTunes helps her to browse, hardly moves a muscle as a mousePushes her small shopping cartJan’s got hot dogs back home in the sink thawin’ outHer young boy cries as she searches the aisle for sauerkrautShe’d promised him come payday she’d get him Ice Age 4Tosses it in the cart on top of her case of CoorsScans the tabloids as she stands in lineHer husband’s workin’ doubles so she’s, out late grabbin’ beer n groceriesHopin’ she’s home when ”Lost” starts at nineWell, it turns out she ain’t got enough, looks like she’ll hafta put back some stuffCos she’s maxed her MasterCardHer boy’s blue eyes plead with the cashier, as Jan think a sec but keeps the beerAnd takes Ice Age from the shopping cartSusan pushes her cart past hustlers and hearts for hireThey’re good for tissues so she takes a street preacher’s flierShe’ll eat tomorrow thanks to a Harlem garbage manHe let her have a Hefty bag full of old Coors cansShe wheels into a steam grate alleywayClouds roll in and the half moon darkens, she chases cats from chow mein cartonsBehind a Chinese caféAs the river chills a midnight breeze, she rolls her life twelve blocks eastPast buildings near Central ParkFound a new pink coat in the trash, on a cold night it’s worth more than cashOr the cans in her shopping cart©2007 Robert George