While I was trying to conceal
What I should not have been doing,
I cought a whiff of Burger King in the air.
Katsup, pickles, carnage of a fast society-----
Safety recall.
my reflections on grease and car exaust
were less then artistic, but, somehow more then common.
I glanced across at the storefront manequin,
dressed as a medevil sorceress,
red sequins and high hair.
everything comes full circle-------
fads, foods, fashions, and actions.
Then I came up on
the froglady, who was
meeting up with the local blues,
both permanant features outside of UCS
food stamps and tobacco don't mix, I thought
with a rueful smile
and moved on.
A bottle of boones and a pint of cherry cordial
served as my weekend provisions,
I plunked my money on the counter and
I walked back home. | 
