Shopping by Amazon on a Snowy Evening

Whose store this is I think I know
His outlet’s in the strip mall, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his store fill up with schmoes.

My friend Siri must think it weird
To stop without some wifi near
Between the stores and interstate
The darkest evening of the year.

She gives her ringtone buzz a quake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s a creep
Outside a Factory of Cheesecake

The stores are ugly, stark and cheap,
But I have gift credits to reap,
And cash to blow before I sleep,
And cash to blow before I sleep.

With apologies to Robert Frost.

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