Marcus Run

Walking speedily,
Nostrils flaring,
Ears processing the raggedy wheels,
All senses used to ask oneself,
Where’s the guinea pig food?

11am,
Weird stares,
Weird people,
Wearing weird layers,
Obnoxious placement for rodent food,
Only 3 dollars, okay…maybe it wasn’t so rude,
Dude…yes,
Swerving through giant median baskets holding miscellaneous essentials,
10 items or less…I have 6,
So less,
Checkout accomplished,
Hands molded around the steering wheel,
Red light,
Quick tapping feet,
Quickly passing streets,
Now home with my rad ass guinea pig with something to eat,
Now it’s time to sleep.

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