POEM: The Glazed Eyes of Mega-Mart Refugee

I’m like a Pyongyang refugee.
Detergent, far as the eye can see.
In some Seoul department store,
on the cleaning products floor.

I reject your bolder and your brighter
like a Smurf-smashing gorilla fighter.
It’s the same stuff, different box.
I’ll go beat my britches on the rocks.

By B Gourley in funny, humor, poem, Poetry on September 22, 2016.