—after Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many an hour ago
In a grocery store by the sea
That a bagger there worked whom you may know:
The college boy Zachary B;
And I shopped in that store with no other thought
Than to line up at his check stand, three.
I am a woman and he is a child,
This heartthrob at check stand three;
But we lust with a lust that is more than lust,
I and my Zachary B—
A passion that captured the eye of his checker
Who coveted him and me.
And that is the reason that, hours ago,
In this grocery store by the sea
She swung a divider stick hard, in an arc
to bruise up my Zachary B.
So her coworkers came, as if called
To step in between him and me
To shut him up in the break room
In this grocery store by the sea.
Then the store manager, not half so happy upstairs
Went envying him and me.
Yes! That is the reason (as all shoppers know
In this grocery store by the sea)
He fired him for playing or fighting—who knows?
He fired my Zachary B!
But his passion for me is stronger by far
Than those who are older than he
Of many far wiser than he,
And neither the man in the office above,
Nor the demons at check stand three
Can ever dissever my heart from the ass
Of my smoking hot Zachary B.
For someday he’ll appear with a smile and a beer,
My beautiful Zachary B;
He’ll bring me a rose, and then we’ll get close,
I and my Zachary B;
And so in the meantime, I lie down and I dream
Of my boy toy, my boy toy, his muscles so lean
Oh! To be locked up with someone like he
In a stockroom beyond check stand three.