Six kilos of salty snacks
That’s a bad start to your summer
Synthetic blend chafes and burns
And traps the sweat
A package of beers in various styles
While washing the aphids’ ooze
From roof and hood and trunk lid
The image of an animal
Generated by machine
A grinning emblem
That issues an invitation
Forcing the decision to accept or decline
A two-stroke engine announces the time
To wake and face the day
That’s a pretty low bar
In the kingdom of noise and faulty connections
I’m not accusing anybody
Just crying out in desperation
Maybe you think that’s something
A person should not do
The empties skitter toward the exit