Supermarket Of Desires Poem by Bancroft Boreland

I walk leisurely between the shelves
As I try to decide what to buy
I saw a whole row of joy
And I hurriedly grabbed them all
Three bottles of faith
To wash my impure soul
A hundred pounds of peace
To put my mind at ease
I picked up a container of love
But quickly put it down
After I saw the price tag
There were bags and bags of sex
I grabbed as many as I could carry
A pillow of comfort
To sleep on when I am afraid
I searched for the pill of immortality
But they were all gone
I ordered five liters of wealth
A product in such high demand

I made it only as far as the cashier
Because when I reached for my credit card
It wasn't there