Faust's Hypermarket Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Across from the perfect life
Is a store that sells everything
They sell knitting needles, barbecues, fruit and steaks, automotive supplies
Sadness, apprehension, great joy, confusion

They never run out of stock
The salesmen flatter you with their telekinesis
Knowing what you need
Behind the half-completed stuccoed walls of what you envision for yourself is what would make you really happy
You hide it from yourself

Peel away deliberate prevention of happiness
There is no limit to what this store can provide for you
The aisles are filled with clouds

Broken down car at the side of the road
Provides a home for a broken down family
Having lost everything but really having lost nothing
Shopping for expectations on the floor of America

What has had resonance since 1945
Is the convenience of availability
All you desire is but an action away
In warehouses, they have stored the totality of human want