one in a million at the Dollar Store

no one talks, everything’s a bore

they’ll ask what you love and adore

and you can only respond eloquently “j’adore”

for this crime, my riddle, rhyme, and shrift,

they catch me out, lock me up, set me adrift

(is it a crime now to care too much?

to speak of heavy things over omelets and brunch?)

one in a million at the Dollar Store