The Grocery Store Poem by Hope Regnum

My baby more apples and oranges

Not so fun when you're young and reckless

But when you're 70 and the age has set in

She'll say the same thing

You'll be more receptive

'Looks like you're avoiding the produce section'

Stomach been septic, but I got her for breakfast

I keep her interested,

So my love won't be contested

Her groceries contain the freshest

Cleaning up my stomach fluid and messes

If I grab the rum, she'd point in the other direction

Or the hookah pipes and shit

I pick out all the pomegranate seeds and peach pit

Miracle woman, won't you bless me?

Wine bottles next to my milk and kiwis

You stay in my home and I know you see me

For all that I am

Everything matters such as my fitness

Or how terrible my grocery list is