At Walmart

When I was a Marxist,
every commie was a comrade,
even the Maoists raising a stink.

When I converted to flower child
LSD was my pledge of allegiance
to love to love --- no money down.

When I converted yet again,
every tea toddler was a friend
Bible carrier, especially, my holy siblings.

Now that I'm senior and wholly retired,
greeters and clerks over age 65
are my true people at you-can't-get-it-cheaper

than at the beautiful and expansive Walmart.