a pushcart called desire

“You can only pick one”

an impossible choice
will always dart left, the other
reliably veers right
maybe a wobble, a squeak
charts a frustrated course
weaves between
hyperbolical slogans
and outrageous promises
weighed down
piled to the gills
advertised bargains
glossy spin
slick campaigns
overflow with bounty
and honeyed
until the bill
comes due

on the streets
a faulty shopping cart
to the homeless
always has value

The Daily Post prompt


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