Our City’s Shopping Mall

The nearest thing to heaven on earth
for some; the short and tall,
the rich and poor, the young and old,
is our city’s shopping mall.

Some spend a lot—’twould have to be,
but that’s not true for all;
some like to be where people are:
in our city’s shopping mall.

They meet with friends to spin their yarns
with good old southern drawl;
some simply watch the folks go by
in our city’s shopping mall.

The music and the neat décor
in every lengthy hall
serves as great pastime with intrigue
in our city’s shopping mall.

The grim and ugly facts of life
on this, our earthen ball,
can be cut out for a little while
in our city’s shopping mall.

We must concede that debts are made,
some lives and homes to gall;
this “heaven” spawns a bit of hell
This, our city’s shopping mall.

A phony heaven—watch your step
for gimmicks you may fall;
and every night they lock you out
of our city’s shopping mall.

fpn / April 1983



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