Sitting in the parking lot at Wal-Mart® and writing on a Kleenex® box

I’m tone deaf, can’t sing, and couldn’t carry a note with a tin bucket.
Nor, am I any kind of poet, but words - those I can string together . . .
Then I change and exchange ‘til they seem to fit in some sensible fashion.
I hope you enjoy my latest effort, all from my very recent experiences and quickly created while waiting for my wife to do her emergency shopping, and writing in desperation on the side and bottom of a Kleenex® box.

And what’s my point? Simple. Writers write. Write about what you see. Write your interpretation, or your personal vision. And don’t forget to have something else to write on besides a nearly empty box of Kleenex®. 05/09/06

The Wal-Mart® Parking Lot

I’m sittin’ in the Wal-Mart® parking lot an’ watchin’ people go by. There goes Miss Priss, and that guy looks just like Jimmy Low. It’s only early May an’ there’s 32 cargo containers eatin’ up space for cars that keep flyin’ in and out like pigeons at a roost.

Something big’s on sale, or some holiday must be getting’ close. ‘Cause Sister Sue and Ethyl, too, are walking toward the door with a determined look and . . . Oh. My. They’re a clutchin’ plastic credit cards in both hands!

There’s one lady a runnin’ past the cars, while another is just amblin’ along. That gent looks like he’s just off the job, an’ stopped on the way home, looking’ for a brand new tool. That fellow there is wearing his share of fresh paint. Maybe he needs just one more can?

I’m sittin’ in the Wal-Mart® parking lot, watching the folks go by-
It’s America’s Store, an’ if it ain’t got it, just wait, pretty soon, it will be on sale.

Mother Maxine was just goin’ in for a magazine- and here she comes with a loaded cart and a dazed look. It was all on sale! Tutu Darlene hauled out even more, her cart piled higher than the usual Christmas rush.

It has started to rain, but that don’t slow the flow one bit at America’s Store. . .

I can see it all while sittin’ alone in the parking lot at Wal-Mart® an’ writin’ in desperation on the side and bottom of a nearly empty box of Kleenex®.

I’m sittin’ in the Wal-Mart® parking lot, watching the folks go by-
It’s America’s Store, an’ if it ain’t got it, just wait, pretty soon, it will be on sale.

Ah. There comes Marilyn. Thanks to the muse, she’s only carryin’ one little sack. She’s saved her energy in America’s Store, but I know she’ll be goin’ back.

(c) Copyright 2006: George Wallace recently published a book on religion which lashes out at nearly all of the comfortable ideas about God, the trappings of organized religion, and the priesthood. His pithy comments and suggestions for a return to a God-centered personal religion will interest everyone. This article may be freely reprinted so long as all copyright attributions, and the full content of this resource box are included. www.OhGodIsThatYou.com

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