Ears processing the raggedy wheels,
All senses used to ask oneself,
Where’s the guinea pig food?
Wearing weird layers,
Obnoxious placement for rodent food,
Only 3 dollars, okay…maybe it wasn’t so rude,
Swerving through giant median baskets holding miscellaneous essentials,
10 items or less…I have 6,
Hands molded around the steering wheel,
Quick tapping feet,
Quickly passing streets,
Now home with my rad ass guinea pig with something to eat,
Now it’s time to sleep.