My wife has enriched my life,
by encouraging me
to smooth the too rough,
but all the sudden:
she was a Kardashian,
and I was Bruce Jenner,
trying to keep up.
But I could see the check out lines,
from where the ineffable took place,
black men turned to white men,
in a racist turn of face.
My wife and my daughter,
held my hands,
while my bleeding feet were bandaged,
the Walmart world watched my disgrace,
and the videorecorders took advantage.
Just around the corner,
a global crisis had occured,
people frantically withdrawing money,
Jimmy Stewart standing plaintively by,
whispering, "please don't leave me, honey."