And another for paintbrushes, ear plugs, utility rope,
Portable light bulbs, toning balls, hot melt glue guns,
Aluminum wallets, foam rollers, faucet sprayers, Buddhas, Mary's,
Gravy Train, cockateil food, socks and Brillo all-purpose cleaner.
And then there's another aisle, where everything is green,
And another, more obscure, where rabbit ear antennas can
At long last be procured. One could come in from the rain
And not know what decade one was in, if not for this year's
Unicorn theme: centerpieces, teething blankets, necklaces,
Headbands, throw pillows, stationary and, of course,
A unicorn cell phone stand! "99'ers," the kind voice said
From overhead, as if it could make 1,000 heart-shaped balloons
Aimed at the ceiling comprehensible, "It's not much of an ask
To wear a mask," and at the end of the longest candy display
This side of a multi-plex matinee, a man with stars painted
In his whiffle gently totals up the inconceivable item number,
From iris bulbs to chamois cloth to bungee cords to hair net --
Sixteen dollars -- whatever we came in for is long-lost now
In this final resting place of pure consumer lust -- we can trust
The Man with the Star, after all. The world can explode tomorrow
-- There is no more gold to seek.
