Down the third aisle you can stroll if you want to find some trolls giving away the jewels
That aisle can hide the truth
Like a child and a fairy stealing his tooth
Down that aisle we shop for smiles Pearly white, and perfectly aligned
Down the third aisle we ask no proof to be filed
No identification. We are never defiant
Down the third aisle we each get a cart
We shop till we drop
Down another hole , another stage prop
To be back in that place
The third aisle where we are all packed and stacked
Perfect cardboard boxes, freshly cut plastic smells. Awaiting the price tag for one’s denial.
down the third aisle they can shop for us in piles
If we just close our eyes , recite our hymns and, pray for our buyers.