Was the...?
Every hepcat under heaven
has started flocking to Seven-Eleven.
It's the in place to be these days
Where slurpies live and no-one pays
Where tabloids can be read for free
Candies & cookies for you and me
And thus you see the reason why
From other stores, I just won't buy
Its restroom is neglected, true,
The renovations overdue
The snacks have passed the freshness date
It ain't no place to procreate
Contributors: | Francine, jo, Nym, Kansas Sam, Karin, W. |
Poem finished: | 18th July 2003. |