Wouldn't the world be better if everyone knew
just how close they were to happiness
at the end of their shopping list?
Eggs
Milk
Butter
A perfect man
A perfect butt
A perfect life
Orange juice

Between the skittles and the cigarettes
beside the mint fresh menagerie
the wisest eyes on earth stare back.
Sculpted jaws and plastic skin
and abs so chiseled the page where they live should be embossed,
and from their shining parted lips they silently promise;
A perfect man
A perfect butt
A perfect life

Oh tell me, thou glossy paged guru, godess
from your mountain top beside the cashier,
What is this wisdom?
And where do I find it?