Poem

i visited the supermarket
looking to buy truth, insight, and wisdom
i really think i needed some
but when i talked to the cashier
she “oh, we don’t sell that here”
and every other place seemed to be out of stock
so i took a walk
down the road back to home
i have a house built with bricks and stone
not plastered with human wit
that’s why I don’t sleep under a bridge

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