Everything You Need is at the Gas Station
We’ll sell anything at the gas station.
Beef jerky, Alani, those weird flavors of M&M’s.
Tummy ache? We have peto pills and liquid bottles.
Sugary, cold cravings? Slushies sold for $1.50.
Low energy? Put a Monster to your lips, soft like a kiss.
You’re in pain, the kind no one can see? Nicotine and Kratom products
all for you to buy, even if you are not of age; a fake I.D. will get you by,
or adults who see no harm in feeding you the same addictions
they suffer from too. So come by and buy your additives and addictives,
the gas station has everything you’ll ever need.
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Luv this—says lots about our society in just description of what’s inside the gas station to buy! Also like the repition of title sentiment at beginning and end of poem. I always get a cold can of coca-cola and tortillas and ice for my husband who makes a martini or 2 every night—not too “bad”!